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the beautiful wreck

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all these people on the highway
in such a rush to go nowhere.
it’s only just after midnight so
surely every driver can’t be that
full of drink. surely all these cars
aren’t full of new life
trying to come out weaving about
like a blind snake on acid. slow down–
you make me nervous.
you make me cry and
make me make my thumbs bleed
from picking at memories
of a torn, blue dress
on someone i no longer know.

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