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BACK SEAT

PASSENGER
In the back seat
of the automobile
the air is thick and
sticky; the windows
are stuck closed
and the miles drift by
as slow as a Sunday
drive; most days I
enjoy the journey
but today, I’m just
waiting to arrive.

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