But you said it's dangerous

Animal I Have Become

Those tire tracks,
Zigzag your torso like a devil's self portrait
The car accident, the skin graft treatment, the flower baskets,
The wincing relatives

You bid her farewell, then you got in your car
And that's the last thing that you can recall
And when they pulled you out,
You didn't know your name
Exploding semi-truck blurred your face with flame

May 2011

Tags

testing

Previous Day

11 May 2011 @ 03:23 am

Testing for layout

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Tags: testing

Current Location: mafia

Current Mood:

contemplative

Current Music: Concrete Blonde - Violent

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