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| z | ...and light is in my eyes but through the lids, so, red, force open to see the seat back in stark relief, thumb grease on dimpled plastic makes everything louder and i don't want to hear about you cute white dog so i surrender to drift and waft, sinking under waves of sea as the speed presses me back into the seat sleep wash and grey time speeds down the track and my elbow is asleep and light... | 101130 |