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Civil War Car
Author: dancers  PM
They shared the same blood but were too different to be family.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry - Words: 73 - Published: 08-05-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2399519
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Civil War Car
(Climb in)
It's perfectly abnormal.
A twisted
Stench of salt fills
The spaces.
Cartwheels
In the back seat.
I feel like a fugitive,
Yes,
I'm a dirty stolen child.
Dressed up.
(in butterflies...)
I start to think
(your alcohol lies)
Its the club scene
verses
The aftershow glimmers.
Where are we? Because I
can't see.
Reflections of bridges.
A glass full of trees.
(Let her out)
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