Alligator Indian
Pulpo
Rain came down, I was wetSign ahead warned cyclists of train tracksMuch too late, I noticed the grooveWheel locked in, I was flyingBody collapses, slid down the asphaltSkin ground, bones bruiseHead spinning, hands bleedingCars pass me byHead spinning, hands bleeding, I'm slippingCars pass me byRain falling, I was wet, I was bleedingTengo un pulpo
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