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i can feel your arms
and i can see your mind


it’s red.

hate drives us all

but i think, my dear,
that you drive it.

blue cars, red trucks

and you

behind the wheel of every



single




one



i see myself

and i wear that sweater
the one you said you liked.

i wear it to spite you
or is it spite myself?


i can’t remember.

my hands

glow
and nothing can stop

the inevitable

maybe it’s for the best

my dear
maybe it’s for the worst

and maybe

just maybe
it’s for us.





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