It was a short drive, but through it all
Spring came, then Summer, then Autumn, then Winter.
The car had six windows,
in each window a girl peered inward;
one was named ‘love’, the other ‘fear’,
the other ‘loathing’, then next, ‘sorrow’,
next came doubt, last was Cynthia,
she who slept with old men,
who comforted them
when death kept them up all...
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