"Stood up at a border street
A souped up strut on swollen feet
My loss remembered incomplete
What memory knows I can't repeat..."Bunty
"Lost my ticket at the gate,
And now l'm cross and now I'm late,
The station has a lengthy cue,
And you said I could be with you,..."Car Fiction
"In a taxi chasing for the sun,
All around us strangers everyone,
With no hope for what they hope for,
We could drive all of our tears away...."|
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