Chug that gasoline. Let me light that match for you.
Breathe. My face right in front of you, looking back at you.
Do you feel your throat now? The greases line your lining.
Look forward, towards the time when you look forward to rewinding.
I’ll stare ‘til it’s true.
This is very approach. You wear bareness, so cute.
My baroness, your chute. We should elope.
The midnight barron of roofs.
Imagine, the regretful baring of fruit.
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If I ventured in the slipstream
Between the viaducts of your dreams
Where immobil steel rims crack
And the ditch in the back road stop
Could you find me?
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