I tasted death this morning.
I walk on the black tar below my feet. The darkest black beneath me.
Why was I saved? Was it to calm me? to tame me?
As I walk on the black tar, down the road, I see a black car.
There is a reason its headlights are on. They are on to save me.
And they definitely have.
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An expression of pointless intelligence from Zahir Alibhai.
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