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Sep 2012
When
all
you hear
are words like

                                your best friend
      car accident
                                                        ­  jaws of death
                      engine fire
                                                            ­                       head on collision
     broken femur
                                   fifty-five miles per hour

you go into
the strangest

state
of mind.


I still can't breath quite right
six hours later.
Written by
Cece  F
(F)   
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