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Mar 2015
Terrible traffic today.
Long, endless lines of cars
all edging towards a similar
definition of home.

The droning on of the talk show host
made me want to call you
but you didn’t pick up,
of course.

Frustrated people make illegal u-turns
while I fumble with the radio
rubbing my temples
and trying not to lose my sanity.

Finally, I creep to the scene
where the accident occurred.
I see the two cars and I get a feeling
I know that car.

Just as I am redirected
I glance past the paramedics
and see you in that car.

And in that moment
My heart just... stopped
And I died too.
Abby Davis
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Abby Davis
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   Brianne and Tiberias Paulk
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