Love like roadkill

by Allison   Aug 23, 2006


The skidmarks are temporary, but the scars still remain.

a forest fire, unable to contain.

a bump or a bruise,

a hit or a fall.

guess one name, you'll win them all.

scratches and burns,

tears dont fall.

a broken finger,

slit my throat,

the last taker wins the vote.

the final shot takes them all.

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