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I keep him in the backseat

Racing across bridges

Within arms reach

Breaking borders

Bisecting dawn

I keep her in the backseat

Slowiy pass         flash blues-and-red

Withering within arms reach

Fixing perfection-built castles

Where now?

I keep it in the backseat

Nestled close to unwritten pages

Close enough does damage

Dont throw any more stars on my ceiling

Thing's ain't got stick like that no more

I keep death in the backseat

maybe just for me               or you