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Thursday, February 7th, 2008
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10:33p - Disagreement
I kept the flashlight pointed just where you told me
and I kept staring into the jet-black pipes.
It cut down to where I almost lost my sight
in the dive-bomb tubes
sputtering against the 2am-freeway silence.
Against the skyscraper fog
repeating
twinkling on the pavement.
An ignitionless conversation,
swerving and turning down back-roads
and leaving us arguing over the left turn we made
back at the constant disappointment
that comes with morning-radio.
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