I am a deserted street.
You can't bear the sight of
Key’s in the ignition
A passing view of police
A cheap
Well baby, I thought it just got easier
Til that guilt
at five past midnight
under a flickering "open" sign
that went out
we were late on the road
our offramp was closed
for some
The nights were all electronic
The earth was a pixilated comet
My
We were strung out art students, sick with ambition, but
I’ve got this sinking feeling
That now that our eyes are
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