They figured
well...
we have until
the candle burns out.
The cigar burned
as it sat
for not being touched.
Twin engines
roared
on the lonely highway
Single hearts
beat
faster than
they should.
Kick me again
maybe then
I'll feel as though
I am really alive.
The cars floated into dismal space
the hearts stopped beating
the kicks landed, thump, thump.
r.p.leith
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