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high speed staring out my window with the bravado of someone that believes there is a difference between wet black and jet black while the asphalt eats everything it touches, you could fall into both face first, you can only lose yourself in one. mending old wounds on the floor kicking fire into shoeshine eyes, lucid pupils eating planets burning time. I’ve never lost control only wished someone could do it for me, never lost hold of the things I fold into my chest, white knuckle fighting.