At home the walls drip with outstanding commitments, water spilled out of gutters.
Escape in the car to put distance between me and the trap of obligations.
few minutes and are a hell of a wet sheet.
Crossing jaded eyes of prisoners resigned to life in prison, I plug my ears to mute the soundtrack of car horns.
The wipers beat time, I open the window, air intake wet e. ..
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