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Beauty

The lights on the dash Started to flash The hood started to smoke I slide onto the shoulder Holding onto my head In fear of it rolling off …. . And everything stopped As the highway continued past, Singing its … Continue reading

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transforming

as i try to transform my thoughts into words i am temporarily blinded by a veil of orange that kisses my face and flutters on….. and i see transformation splashed everywhere. flutter on.

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