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Oct 22, 2007 19:56

One-way rental
She's staring out the windows,
feet on the dashboard,
hand out the window,
escalating and being brought down again.
Dark clouds are being blown away.
Tight ripped jeans rolled up to her knees.
Once they cross the boarder
her face is wiped clean,
it's time for a new identity.
Her dark hair blowing in the wind
Smiles appear on their frail faces.
Tires screech, people shriek,
spinning, spinning, spinning
Their new beginning ended too soon.
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