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The hood of his red car was all I saw
Where rusty tin cans of gasoline leak
The caw of the myna- so soft and weak,
We were so oblivious to the flora.
You address me as "my Carolina"
You reclined me on the fake-fuzz car seat
And the leftover cheeseburger did keep,
Then, your eyes steadily removed my shawl.
Preppy and tidy- what you tend to wear
Silent outrageousness is more my style,
I raised one eyebrow with confidant flare
You noticed your bust temperature dial.
Winnie's bland theories a thought did make
And now, you hold my nape until I wake.