When two black wheels crashed into four
Two legs stretched out behind a silver door
He lay, pinned down on the dusty road
Clawing at her face in vain, he choked.
My conscience asks, "What troubles you more?"
"*The mask of anger that she wore?
The circle of people watching the show?*"
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 7:45 AM UTC
When two black wheels crashed into four
Two legs stretched out behind a silver door
He lay, pinned down on the dusty road
Clawing at her face in vain, he choked.
My conscience asks, "What troubles you more?"
"*The mask of anger that she wore?
The circle of people watching the show?*"
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