where i hang

She watched him from the passenger side

His hands on the steering wheels

Her hand in another

Secretly in the dark solitary

Humming an anonymous song

He had a chameleon voice

This man she barely knew

Crouching bare feet feeling the back of the fake leather car seat

Her lips landed anonymously on his neck

Sweet scent of drenched wantonness

There ain’t no happiness in this

There ain’t no happiness out of this

Anyway

They were friendly

Strangers

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lorilozi

where i hang