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May 2020
Jackie Did It
she “got out,”
un-alive

not sure where wrong was
but I know how the turn goes

crooked and awkward
standing in almost place
with a half flat wheel
and a broken face

it wasn’t my fault
it wasn’t my fault
it wasn’t my fault
JB
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