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A battery powered car With the capacity for love Was never meant to run Never meant to drive far without sputtering out A capacity for love Is a capacity for hope Hope it will last Hope it is worth staying and grieving for This machine requires A carburetor ready for ruin Ready for heartbreak and trusty mechanics known as Alcohol and gasoline To patch up and be resold To pass through another's hands To be constrained once again to a radius of desperation But to be a machine — to be a good one Means driving far Means being unemotional and Free Is that freedom worth it? Is it worth switching from ethanol to Electric if it means not Loving the fuel and the earth And the hands that grip and repair? The truth is, I suppose You cannot survive in this place If you actually cared for it
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Feb 21
Feb 21, 2026 at 10:47 PM UTC
A Tesla Could Never Love You Like I Do
A battery powered car With the capacity for love Was never meant to run Never meant to drive far without sputtering out A capacity for love Is a capacity for hope Hope it will last Hope it is worth staying and grieving for This machine requires A carburetor ready for ruin Ready for heartbreak and trusty mechanics known as Alcohol and gasoline To patch up and be resold To pass through another's hands To be constrained once again to a radius of desperation But to be a machine — to be a good one Means driving far Means being unemotional and Free Is that freedom worth it? Is it worth switching from ethanol to Electric if it means not Loving the fuel and the earth And the hands that grip and repair? The truth is, I suppose You cannot survive in this place If you actually cared for it
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crookedmoon_wonderland
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Feb 21
Feb 21, 2026 at 10:47 PM UTC
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