Dented by random rubble flung at
Stand at the edge of pitch black highways
Reflecting headlight to seem like rain on words
One could imagine it's rain and recall
A drenched lovers arm grab, and kisses
I could try too, but as my life goes
I remember my accidents and near death misses
The words read like compulsion, dictate terms
Of my run towards, in this hurried darkness
I would hate to see the numbers decrease
For I find my home fade in the distance
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