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Crashing Again

I’ve been waiting.
Maybe that’s not right.
My seat belt disintegrates.
I’m green soup through soft leather.
Days have just shortened.
I’m worse than dead.
Save me. Hang me.
I’m scratching escape
with fingernails.

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This entry was posted on October 17, 2011, 11:23 pm and is filed under Poems. You can follow any responses to this entry through RSS 2.0. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

  1. #1 by abichica on October 18, 2011 - 1:31 am

    woooww!! i can feel your pain, its a very deep rooted poem. 🙂

    Reply

  2. #2 by Evelyn on October 20, 2011 - 9:41 pm

    yea, wow. this one hurts.

    Reply

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