So little distance - in such different places
she sits on the steps
trying to look ahead
watching you sit
its the same place where you once held her
but didn't feel wanted - only used.
just like on the side of the road with the 80,
that one day in that box she calls home.
surrounded by red and black
on a late night
not just this night but every night
Its the dream dreaming of the dreamer
when it should be the other way around.
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