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Jan 2019
I took a long drive down a short road,
Approaching sixty miles per hour.
The road bent at the end,
A large oak marked where I should be turning.
Bark and glass tattered my skin,
At least now I won't have to go down this road again.
To feel or not to feel
Written by
Coob
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