Sep 12, 2009

Crash

The scent of freedom fresh on your lips

Creating accidents with beautiful hips

No answers offered, no questions asked

A heady crush, enjoy it all while it lasts.

Two Towers,

Twisted game

Countless hours passed by

Heavy blast,

Loud explosion

Yet I hear nothing

Not even the crash

Or am i not listening.

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