inside or beyond dissected grievances we shared a cab ride home
attracting and repelling similar poles of magnetic glances
the rise and fall of a fragile motor masks a petrol snicker into ash tray fingers
we are; well, we are here, this, well,this is all we have until the doors swing free into your leveled streets (i've still yet to discover what plain of thought i'm dwelling on)
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a wish for every lash and limb
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