That Kind Of Relationship
D Dónall Dempsey
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Travelling at 100 mph
my face
reflected in the night
and the window
seems somehow slightly perturbed.
I ask you if
you could '...slow down...please? '
You put your foot
to the floor
my face now nothing
but a passing blur.
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