."Hey, the driver is dead", we cry.
I lean forward "this is our style".
And we're driving much too fast
into something we know won't last.
And the storm came up slow.
We watched it from below.
With our elbows on the ground
and arms bent like wrestlers,
are we led astray
o.
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