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Traffic on the back roads
i and i alone:
there is no we, them, they
your stories hold no weight; hair blows in the wind as her's
control your mouth and let your eyes travel
these lines you give me
fall through cracks of easy hands
there is no other way to see what i see
so let those eyes travel
through the grid lock.
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