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somehow driving a car always seems poetic to me.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 41 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 06-13-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2531508
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Every ounce of metal
held between two palms.
Black asphault grinds
Beneath me.
Maybe it can feel my heartbeat too.
Spinning,
tires like feet.
Only turning air
to friction.
We are red, white and gold
faceless-nobodies.
Passing one another
unaware.
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