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Jan 2014
(Adj)*            
Obscure /əbˈskyo͝or/

I don't know where I am
I don't know who I am,
but I know that
you like to keep your left arm
swinging out of the window
or you hate when
I turn my head in the
opposite direction of your
face.
The windows and windshields
fear of kissing you
at the wrong time
and so do I.
"You've passed by this forest
just about a thousand times!"
you've always hated
the act of getting lost.
Yet I still don't know who I
am.
I have not a clue where I
am.*
But I do know
you love
drinking whiskey from
the bottle when you've
told me to take the wheel.
I know your favorite
color isn't really a color,
its a shade, and you love
staring out at it when
your head is glued to the
side of the window
on the passenger side of
this car.
I don't know where I am, or who
I must be but I do
know you and your little things.
*Here's to getting caught with you.
Carla Michelle
Written by
Carla Michelle  Chicago, IL
(Chicago, IL)   
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