At night a car alarm
rings out
Not stolen yet
nor just about
Perhaps dysfunction
in its core
makes it believe
that there is more
Tricks it to fear
the empty air
Makes cowards shriek
Bystanders stare
I turn to stone
and clutch my knife
lest calm wind comes
to claim my life
Perhaps dysfunction
in my core
makes me believe
that there is more...
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