I was a few bolts loose
And on greaseless bearings
In the squeaking cacophony
Of the rumbling pistons and valves
The dashboard rattling,
While the clutch was creaking
You stood in my path
I rushed through,
With failed brakes, and a failing transmission
Deflating tyres and a dangling windscreen
As I grazed you, I bit my lip
I sighed
It was at best a vent of vehement hate
For having missed my impending plunge
Having turned to avoid
As I rolled, breaking my roll cage
Crushing the body, grazing my skin
Akin to loving you
Where the soul feels the same
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