your words and mine
collide head-on-train-style
in some explosion between
my mouth and yours
lights from tunnels
free-form finding one another without tracks
monorails of magnetic madness
the only casualties are the bystanders
their fault for obsessing over the gore
to send only one car back and forth
might be a better idea
the two of us, passengers
along a well worn track
smashing pennies just for fun
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