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The Closest Exit
Robert Francis
I came out of Spokane one windy night
Looking for seminal landscapes of light
Out the car window I watched the sun ignite
Her body was there in the passenger chair
As she rested her chin on her palm half asleep
The forest was quiet as it was deep and I walked with her
And I wanted her lips like some nicotine fix
As that moment surreal began to exist
I forgot about our past and all her other lovers
And stared like a child into her cursed
compositores: Robert Francis
Looking for seminal landscapes of light
Out the car window I watched the sun ignite
Her body was there in the passenger chair
As she rested her chin on her palm half asleep
The forest was quiet as it was deep and I walked with her
And I wanted her lips like some nicotine fix
As that moment surreal began to exist
I forgot about our past and all her other lovers
And stared like a child into her cursed
compositores: Robert Francis