A still woman
Pink chiffon dancing all around you
Eyes shut to the wind
Someone else is driving
But you are so still
This jealous affection
He might own you
But I can sit small
And watch the back of your head
Pushed by the forces that turn the car
Not knowing if you notice
Still motionless in the middle of commotion
His possession of you makes me tired
The red triangles blur before my eyes
So I shut out the sun
I didn’t need to wait for that edge
Together
Together
We were already gone
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