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I lie face up in the back of the car Darkness fills all the space. We’re driving, driving for years Light posts, stars and big green signs A long line of light streaks in front of my eyes The window is cold as I press my toes on it to squeeze the moon The moon won’t be still…it keeps moving. I try instead to squish the green sign that says ‘Denver’ too But it just glides by. Light, light, light, sign, light, sign, star, star…oh the moon again It’s a sleepy night— I close my eyes and see my toes squashing my brother.
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