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Engine engine number 5

Will I make it out alive

Time is twisting turning softly

Doing all it can to save me.

Every atom on my side

Space tears open, open wide

Takes me in through great steel doors

As they flutter to the floor.

Hold on gently, fragile bones

Grinding, screeching, screams and cries

Bellowing from somewhere nearby

Far away through confused eyes.

Lay me down onto the stones

Blinding sun and searing knives

Bright red ribbons sin compassión

I am only one of many

This is only mine.

– Written by Mr. T on August 7, 2011

About 365 Things to Write About

I'm inspired by almost anything and everything creative - nature, architecture, art, words, music...I like to roam along streets, through foreign countries, and within my mind where the world is full of endless possibilities. I dream of being an idealist, but I've experienced too many harsh realities for that wish to ever be true. Therefore, I look for the hope and the good in small nuances, and I express my thoughts and feelings about the world around me on pages and canvases whenever I can.

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