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Sep 2013
You can accelerate to
Try to
Compensate but
I saw your brake-lights beam
Red, and I know
Your natural inclination was
To stop
Before guilt brought your
Foot to the pedal.
I know you saw me, I know you wanted to stop.
Kari
Written by
Kari  NYC
(NYC)   
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