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oil swirling
dancing and in hand
with dirty water
ripple down the street
a screeching tire
splashing and skids
on the empty, black road
disturbing dance
the engine pumped faster, the gray sky smiled in turn
the tire hopped a curb, then flew from the ground
the tire clashed with the earth
mud splattered the clean paint
the car rushes to gain an in...
Monday 4th May 2015 7:37 am
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