An achingly tiresome sore spreads
Throughout my limbs.
Bitingly cold and necrotic,
Leaving me purple and lifeless
Feeling so so blue.
There’s a car in the ditch,
It looks a bit like mine.
An aching tire
Sorely lacking
Any real fire
Never forgotten
But surely longed for
What am I?
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Author:
Ana Bella (Pseudonym) (
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