Disoriented on the tracks, glasses tilted, cranium pulsating or maybe I just missed the train…
Masks, the loot, the rush, we planned it all.
Danielle took the bag and snubbed me out.
They’ve taken the motel, the night, and each other.
The desert heat burns the phone in my hand.
D. Reyes…baby…pick up…
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8/20/25
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