Cars

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cars driving past my window at 3 am
the noise disturbing the white sheet spread across the suburbs

waking up the babies
causing second-lasting fear for the adults

teenagers weeping under their dirty bedsheets stop for a moment to listen
to the rumbles

what about the driver?
were they driving home from the night shift?

or was it so much more?
were they driving to a body beneath their feet?

were they bawling, just wanting to get to sleep?

each noise early mornings is like a ripple in the water

it cause so much
but is over in a matter of seconds

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