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The little ribbon you tied to my wrist.
Red wavering line.
I want to turn this key until all time passes.
So I can put you in your seat and tie you in with the blue
industrial safety net.
Ask about your day, hear your little fights,
little daylight fights.
Remember the laughter, the crying,
All that vanishes if I turn this key.
All that banished in one little turn
Smiles, tears, life, all roared away with this car.
With this key, this damned key.