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A serious crash can be enough to kill a person.
the slow action of a machine in motion
smashing and then reversing.
watching as the pieces fall back into their places.

the men who are handsome
are the men who are in possession
of faces, like the faces
you'd find chiselled on fine chess pieces.
like the places you get
high and ride to on the weekends,
or the waves
on the beaches.

a series of paths become the map for the analytic.
won't capture essence of (or) naturals passion,
building and then releasing.
crashing is what happens when you deal with second nature.

the chances you've been granted-
you're the one I chose to dance with.
in placement, time changes
shed my skin so when I'm in, I'm naked.
what's adjacent when you
die will guide you 'cause you're tasteless.
playin' safe,
from a distance.