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Drunk driving

by @estherstafford

The weight of the world Sits on his chest As he breaths He grasps for it Rose petals fall Straight from his head As his eyes burn Like fire, again, and again Mouth sewed shut Her needle pokes through Stippling his heart Like a car wreck The moment his hands left He can't remember When he lost control Drunk driving Into her soul E.s.
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Jun 17, 2016
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