Crash
Hurting one's feeling is never fun Yet, for their own sake it must be done Thoughts slow down at the censor's toll booth While in hot pursuit of metaphorical truth I pay the toll but that's not all speed traps ahead, cops, bumps, and more Yet I'm lucky there is a road at all paved over an ancient minefield and its bones bones of ancient victims stick out the side of the road, left and right I day dream as I drive on the wrong side of acceptable thought, and crash.
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