This blur held me
As dust fell upon dust
The speeding devil
A race upon not won
A corners cut
From a crosses held
The end a must
A drivers tale
This leadened foot
I know so well
Can only lead
Forgotten tale
This is the end
The crash foretells
A marriage broken
The in
Exhaled
Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 6:37 PM UTC
This blur held me
As dust fell upon dust
The speeding devil
A race upon not won
A corners cut
From a crosses held
The end a must
A drivers tale
This leadened foot
I know so well
Can only lead
Forgotten tale
This is the end
The crash foretells
A marriage broken
The in
Exhaled
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