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death
by Indigo Tempestathe rapture of the potential crash-landing
is screaming at you with the voice of hazard lights
and the shrill baseness of the infant in the back.
10/19/2004 Author's Note: ...how about on this revision?
Posted on 10/20/2004
Copyright © 2024 Indigo Tempesta
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 10/24/04 at 03:06 AM Crashes come in many sizes... especially in a relationship that speeds and slams the breaks. Break lights blind you for a moment... sorry, started to inspire me.... great read. |
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