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We drove,
So many winding straight roads.

Familiarity,
Yet a stranger to me.

Motorways,
Stories to share, songs to play.

People,
Busy, hurting words, a needle.

Pavements,
The cracking, not meant to hurt.

Buildings,
Invaded to your liking.

A crash,
A mind, a heart, a love, slashed.

Tears,
Running, showing the fear.

Screams,
Piercing through you and me.

-L.H.

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