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I'm walking with a killer
and I'm gonna need that ride.
We walked through the night.
Through the cornfields of East 35.
I know I should hide.
I know it was my night to die.
And it really was.
I had no desires
or hopes or holidays (?)
our eyes meet.
I slide to him,
my thighs sticking on the seat.
He's a dark star.
Run.
I bled on the headlights as they hit the street.
And on the way home, he kissed me.
I'm walking with a killer,
and I'm gonna need that ride
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