Dried dirt. No cash. Twenty one more
before
the turn. Black ice. Conditions why
I
run dark. Thrown free. Run straight yet
forget
to look the right direction. Wet
to my skin. Twenty more and then
I break sharp left. Let me know when,
before I forget.
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15
Dec
10
Before you forget, what had you gone out for?
Before
you forget, which turn took the way you knew?
You
will forget, yes, but getting lost’s no threat.
Forget
it all, and you’ll still make it home’s my bet.
Wet and crashed, flat broke, in ice and dirt?
Dream back how badly loving used to hurt,
before you forget.