A Diffrent Off Road JourneyA Poem by MortickaThis scene is often played through my head. At times, I am glad I cannot drive a car.The Car, moving so smoothly. The wind throbbing through my veins. The loss ringing in my ears. The pain aching in my stomach. My hands shaking on the wheel. I'll take this turn a little too sharp tonight. I'll go out with a crash.
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1 Review Added on November 27, 2008 AuthorMortickaALAboutHello. I am Morticka. This is my refuge. I can say what I please. No one knows me here. more..Writing
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