38. collision

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the flow of my awkward length hair travels in the wind of my movement.
the world is blurred as i live my daydream as a reality.
no acknowledgment to the cooing of babies and their tired mothers, the sound of lovers conversations over a dessert after a fight, nor the collision of the two cars on my right side.
it's a grey car.
then again...
i don't acknowledge the fact that i've been severely injured,
and the lights begin to blur,
just like my visual perception.
there i lay on the floor,
and the small flow of my awkward length hair moves from the breeze,
from the collision of the grey car that nearly killed me.
there they stand in disbelief that, she;
the glue of everything,
is finally going to sleep.

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