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driving

and white lights

behind dark trees

and they sort of look like shadows



until we pass each other

and i hear 'the luckiest'

and wonder

is it for him or is it for you

and i'm not sure



here i am

he's chain smoking cigarettes

with his daytimer and black pen

thinking about

i'm not sure what

Author's Notes/Comments: 

wrote this jardine's after a long night

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