Monday, November 22, 2010

Tearing, Section by Section.

To Die, To Crash

Makes sense, the rushing,
The air stops you.
Pulls and Pushes you.
Takes your breath away.

Makes sense, the crashing,
The metal stops you.
Cuts and bruises you.
Takes your breath away.


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