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Oct 2012
Stalling
get your foot off the acceleration
hold my hands not my thighs
the lights gone red
this may take a while

once were off
my head: blown back
I love the speed
but our senses failed us
my body lied
we hit a tree
a ****** accident
who was the victim, really
the wounds were the same
my blood
stained you
save me with your holy hands
Iā€™m bleeding out of every nook and cranny
this red light
may be longer than expected
liz
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liz
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   Emma Johnson
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