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Concussion
looming at me she's smiling
swerving to keep her at bay
I crossed double white lines
after that things went grey
waking in her brawny arms
she whispers words of love
how we were fated to meet
the way we fit hand in glove
concussion raddling my mind
my brain limps in reverse gear
random thoughts flit like fleas
one above all else, naken fear
valeti...
Wednesday 10th February 2021 10:35 am
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