2:15 am.
Dark night.
A car screeches into the silence.
The silence bleeds, violated.
I'm half asleep and wondering: What's the fucking rush?
The phantom car, with its demon driver,
Was here and gone within a yawn.
A deadline to meet?
A lover to see?
Well good bye sleep intruder.
I hope you fucking crash!
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