The whole existence of a speeding bullet, 

You can’t resist? 

Don’t live. 

You may disappear, you may evaporate, or even write a poem or two. 

Brother less railway stations know the lives of fractured stairways. 

It seems, getting lost behind that only radiation is quite fitting today.

Drink…drink bloodshed whiskey,  

My car won’t live the smooth fate. 

The last breath would smell like our first intercourse. 

Words shouldn’t stop remunerate this last road trip. 

Sleeping through the surreal expressway. 

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