Water pours in a straight line down the windshield
Torrential bellowing ahead beyond the middle fingers
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Sometimes when I'm alone
I can feel how deep I go
To that space deep in your head
Everything might just turn red
We sway back and forth
In the living room
Into the night
Time and time again
Like all the moons surrounding Jupiter
Revolving around a peace of mind
Waiting for a pull on time
Out from beneath the flame you find
Some solace at the paradigm
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