CrashA Poem by Wyrn TigerTires Squeal like banshees in the night. The wheels sing of song of death and fright. Then pain picks up a knife and takes a stab at my back. Flipping me in the air like a flying flapjack. Then after the car crash, My world turned to ash. Fate had beaten me battered. My school days shattered. With no friends behind me, I feel tost out to sea. Close to giving up hope? Nope. © 2018 Wyrn TigerReviews
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3 Reviews Added on September 11, 2018 Last Updated on September 11, 2018 AuthorWyrn Tigerbangor, IrelandAboutI spend my time reading and wrighting and will review more..Writing
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