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The most beautiful, Olive to be driven. Fast and reliable. Unique, like me, unobtainable. Treated with respect, Manuel transmission on a bet. Small, getting from a to b. Your radio never let me feel alone. The first I got for myself. Misfortune was given once more. Bestowed on my life was a choice, To be kind, or wary. Kindness is always my choice, You paid for it. More than I. Only two weeks were you gone. When I saw you, I was in tears. Shocked, horrified, At the mirror of what my soul, Had been through. To come back once more, Through you I saw my broken self. Breaking more, Miss you and the freedom.
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Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 7:28 PM UTC
Sheila
The most beautiful, Olive to be driven. Fast and reliable. Unique, like me, unobtainable. Treated with respect, Manuel transmission on a bet. Small, getting from a to b. Your radio never let me feel alone. The first I got for myself. Misfortune was given once more. Bestowed on my life was a choice, To be kind, or wary. Kindness is always my choice, You paid for it. More than I. Only two weeks were you gone. When I saw you, I was in tears. Shocked, horrified, At the mirror of what my soul, Had been through. To come back once more, Through you I saw my broken self. Breaking more, Miss you and the freedom.
Fiat 500 pop 2013
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Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 7:28 PM UTC
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