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Feb 2014
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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