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Apr 2018
This car seems to drive itself.
I no longer feel the wheel in my grasp,
nor do I see the stretch of road ahead.
But do I see the black sunset
consuming the sky above.
I notice as the colour fades,
my headlights break through
the growing darkness.
I can see every changing moment;
the car drives on
Mitch Prax
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Mitch Prax  32/M/Australia
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