Car Crash

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Radio blaring
Your face stains
the reflections of my
rearview mirror.
Get out.
The memories,
unwanted,
cloud my vision
like the fog kissing
the ground.
I veer left,
you go right
Brakes screeching
Abrupt halt.
You've disappeared
and I'm left mangled
in the ruin you left
behind.





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