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Friends in the backseat
behind your driver's side searching for a reason to be alive
in the front I'm looking for a way to kill the time.
The road looks out
above a branch, the leaves head south
fall like the rest of us
not our fault but it felt like a plan.
Words tasted good in her mouth
but it wasn't enough to even make a sound.
and i felt that now.
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