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April 06, 2012 / Nervous Urgency
by Frankie Sanchez(ɘɔnɒludmA)
I don't know how to talk to you
without feeling like neon red siren screaming ambulance
with bad brakes and a blown tire
hauling through a busy intersection
where the crosswalks are full of children
laughing.
And you're a pedestrian
soon to be in need of my stretcher. 04/06/2012 Posted on 04/07/2012
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