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The song was good -
so I kept driving.
I slipped sunglasses over my eyes.
(To still the noisy streetlights.)
All I could see was red: glowing, darting.
Then I got lost among the mansions.
But I howled at the moon.
My wolfey senses led me home.
The song was good, though.
so I kept driving.
I slipped sunglasses over my eyes.
(To still the noisy streetlights.)
All I could see was red: glowing, darting.
Then I got lost among the mansions.
But I howled at the moon.
My wolfey senses led me home.
The song was good, though.