we all look like machines when we're doing what we're told and when yr holding me i can see my circuity. wiring runs up and down my arms too tired now to hold, so i let it go and cut the brakes on never breaking free. tires on concrete sounded just like water under us. we're floating down each other's blood in iron giants made of rust. yr hair is even blacker now than how it was when i could count on you to drown me in the fountain of my trust. we're almost to yr exit and i can see hope in yr eyes and i can't get past the fact that if i wanted us to die more than i do i'd drive us quick into the low wall that divides the highways timeless empty expanse from the ending of this drive. in a few weeks i'll forget what this had ever meant to me but as i pull away i scream out from the pain of breaking free like a cat who finds her weights too much for branches of a tree except she spirals in her fall and cannot ever find her feet. when we accidentally meet you speak but i can't breathe. i didn't drink enough to make eye contact with you and not scream.
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