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Tonight I drove fast,
too fast
Out and away
to the tunnel, that seems like a runway
at night.
Strips of lights above me
that (flick...flick...flick) flash
as I drive beneath them,
red behind my closed eyes.

Traces of melancholy linger
buried deep in my eyes.
Under open skies the wind blows,
streams,
through my outstretched fingers
and twists through my hair
as the first drops of rain
begin to fall.