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Mar 2016
Leave me the hell alone
Play the broken record behind your own eyes and see that
I'm already dead
Just leave it be
Let this roadkill be on your hands
You swore you'd always remember wiping the carcass from the windshield
And scraping it out from under your wheels
Be still,
Your heart seeks these sick thrills,
then later forgets them
Running over them with ****** hands directing the blood drenched wheel
Old poem, but recreated it into something new. Also I had a little trouble with the wording on the last line, but I got it.
Chalsey Wilder
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Chalsey Wilder  22/Two-Spirit/Space
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