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Aug 2011
Moving parts produce heat.
The faster they move,
the more they burn.
They rub and resist.
They oppose and exist
to exert a tangible force
to counterbalance what we think
is simply a one way street.
But if you leap
from the swiftly moving vehicle
the asphalt will reach up
for your skin
and grab it
and burn you to the bone.
It will rub you raw
until there is nothing left,
but a grinning skeleton.
Written by
James Wisp
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