Who
I am.
What chance meeting of brush andcanvas painted
the face
you see? What mademe despise the girl
in the mirror
enough to transform her.turn her into a stranger,
only not.
So you want to hearthe whole story. Why
I swerved
off the high road,hard left to nowhere,
recklessly
indifferent to thosecoughing my dust,
picked up speed
no limit. no top end,just a high velocity rush
to madness.
(crank)
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