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Lead Foot

Foot falls again, and
The car speeds up.

Cold, dark night.

I see his blurred outline
On this highway horizon.

I sense his fear.

He runs faster, but
He is no match for me.

Outsmarted again.

Fumble for my tool,
The one I mean to use.

Cold, black, and merciless.

My foot falls again, and
His form moves quickly closer.

I am going to kill you.

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