a driving car
with me in it
and driving.
the racing trees,
the dripping river
frozen, trying to
thaw.
on a night where
the moon seems
to follow me.
my hands on
my thighs,
the wheel drifting,
the glossy black
road,
the salt on my doors,
on a night where
the moon seems
to remember me.
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 1:43 AM UTC
a driving car
with me in it
and driving.
the racing trees,
the dripping river
frozen, trying to
thaw.
on a night where
the moon seems
to follow me.
my hands on
my thighs,
the wheel drifting,
the glossy black
road,
the salt on my doors,
on a night where
the moon seems
to remember me.
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