only one on that lonely highway
and fog
crosses my eyes,
one too
many cars at the house
and I won’t
stop, can’t stand
the smell
coming from the backyard
and too bad
tired eyes had to sleep
for me, but
still awake and of course I
can’t be
what I am, but
wounds have
scarred
still know
they are there
how blind I
once was
now I find
cuts before they bleed…
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