Her hair and his
were entwined
and astray.
The car
and the red
leather interior
beyond skill
and love
stolen
lot, keys
and the dust
and the alchohol
and the pills
and the sleeping
while the engine
ran
and ran
ran away
with the time
and their lives
and the memory of
love in the depths
at the end of time...
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