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There's fresh blood on my tires.
Every deer along the road
turns suicidal when the sun goes down.
That, or they are just a little scared.
There's fresh blood on my tires.
but whatever it was,
it was already dead.

I think of people as animals
walking across a street.
it is five in the morning
and you are strolling along the edge

of a long country road.
I am only half paying attention
to what’s in front of me.
You’ve thought a lot about
kissing the front of a car.
I think you saw me
before I was coming;
before you knew you would step
in front of me
like a lost, naive fawn.

You looked into my eyes like a suicidal deer
falling in love with
a pair of headlights.

There’s fresh blood on my tires;
your heart is in my hands
and i know you didn’t mean it.
I know you were just scared
but I think you were already dead.