Such a rush
to scrape my presence off the highway,
highway so calm, refusing,
choosing me over that crew
accept your shame
while I ride my train in peace,
sitting there quite irresistible
don't come over here, don't make me look into your eyes
your heart is maligned
so much so it reeks of dead
but the dead does not care
just like I don't.
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