Foreman sounds -
Like long car ride
with the windows down
the wind-rush now
Foreman sounds -
the dark before the dawn,
the right-before the
light break-through.
Demons die in bones, you know
But faces really never show
the searching for the windows,
the faces they've never known.
But Foreman sounds -
summer twilight
breathing
car rides
open windows,
open eyes.
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