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a jolt. a spin.
a flip. i grin.
metal bends in.
we breathe.
we jerk, and stop.
get out, look up.
we call the cops.
we breathe.
there's blood. there's smoke.
there's tears we choke,
back in our throats.
we breathe.
the bruises, they,
turn purple, gray.
i'm wide awake.
just breathe.
i breathe, and start,
to miss the part
when you were here.
.......
"she's not breathing.
sir, she's not breathing.
what do we do?
sir, she's stopped breathing!
DAMN IT!"
.......
- by mecha_may_dia |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/15/2010 |
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