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Engine severs lower legs. |
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I feel my bruised heart beating. |
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Spinal cord remains intact, still sending and receiving. |
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Lying back on shoulder blades, the cargo rushing past. |
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Missing limbs beneath the cars, twitching on the tracks. |
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Click Clack now handicapped. |
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North Am Transcontinental. |
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I remember, as |
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I bleed, certain tails of bravery. |
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A man whose legs were crushed beneath a fallen evergreen tree. |
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He decided he would chop them off above the knee. |
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Sacrificing shins and feet, to make his torso free. |
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The luxury of having been spared the hard part you'd think would be enough for me to pull this off. |
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But I'm left to bleed to death, now all the man |
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I've ever been. |
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North Am Transcontinental. |
