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Oct 2014
The Wreck
This cold feeling that cradles the side
of my skull, as my finger tips tingle from
the snow and ice that I lay in
awaken to red and blue flashing lights
under a brick built bridge.
Written by
Phoebe  Kansas
(Kansas)   
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