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Deathtrap - Highway 50
By Mistress Morbid
Seeing lights
Blue as the
roaring ocean
And as red as
Blood flowing
Through my veins...
My heart pounds
As if it were
Going to rip its
Way out of my chest...
My careless thoughts
Of trivial things
Stopped for but a moment...
Why is it taking so long?
My nervousness
consumes me...
Then he speaks...
My I see your license and registration
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Copyright 2004 Morbid Derangement
Published on Thursday, March 4, 2004.
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Comments on "Deathtrap - Highway 50"
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A former member wrote:
i was wondering where this was going lol, amusing.
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On Saturday, May 29, 2004, Anth
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wrote:
wow how you write with such magic something everyday and trivial in a way, like this is really something
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A former member wrote:
Good write. It made me think one thing then popped up with another. Great job.
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On Thursday, March 4, 2004, Stranger
(263) wrote:
I really like your free verse poetry. This was intense and real. Extra real for me, because I have actually driven on Highway 50.
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On Thursday, March 4, 2004, Lynaes
(854) wrote:
Yes definitely keep it, it's awesome. ~L
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A former member wrote:
Keep it! Release poems like this are wonderful, and if they make you feel good - even better. Great work! ~Wish Upon A Star
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