Scrap Metal
A poem of perception
He was a fast car
in a past life.
Four wheels
that would spin you
for a long and thrilling
ride.
Yet soon as roads
were mud and slowing
Conversation
dulled.
He was a fast car
in a past life.
Four wheels
that would spin you
for a long and thrilling
ride.
Yet soon as roads
were mud and slowing
Conversation
dulled.
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