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she stood in her t-shirt,

and broken sneakers,

her hot back pressed against

the bricks,

and watched all

the people

race around her.

the world caught in tight, perpetual,

circles.

there was a day that

she decided

to take one step

out of place,

and she ended up

falling out

of the circles.

the freeway was busy with cars

and lies

and lost breaths.

and her eyes stayed on one car at time,

following it down the small strip

of visible black top,

till it sped out of sight.

then two, then three, then four.

always another car to replace the first.

there was always another,

more heartbeats

and credit cards

and gasoline.

but none of them ever

bothered

to think why.

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