We were sculptors
carving the asphalt 
with four rubber tires
and a loss of purpose

We were self-righteous enough
to rearrange the nature that surrounded us 
to slash through the wildlife
that kept us inbounds 

We were foolish enough
to believe that love would 
keep us safe 

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