the newspaper mat
says born again
something that could
give you four extra years
n something like a motorbike
running up me
smoking
n my screams clawed and scratched
my organs hollowed
out like the old trees that captured the echoes
2319
n can i bear
the consequences
i burned a hole in the tarmac
n became one with the pavement
like I'm smashed and spilled
seeping into the earth
like black blood all running over
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