I think I saw you (again)
like a cool breeze, swift
and uninterested,
Reducing mirrors (not mine)
to a fisherman's unlucky net.
Call it a bad (hair) day.
This lady forever laughs
despite the sad news
below her waist,
blood on the pavement
caused by another
motorcycle accident.
Another breeze,
and she was carried away
with the fatal news.
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