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No brakes, we skidded out of control.
Like screeching metal, our hearts crashed.
Our feelings shattered like glass,
nothing left to salvage.
Bloodied and tattered
on love’s highway,
left mangled,
alone,
dead.
About the Creator
Randy Baker
Poet, author, essayist.
My Vocal "Top Stories":
* The Breakers Motel * 7 * Holding On * Til Death Do Us Part * The Fisherman
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