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Mar 2019
I own the keys to an invisible car
One that takes me nowhere
I show everyone my invisible car
One I know that isn’t there
I drive around in my invisible car
And pretend that I don’t care
I make new friends with my invisible car
But I have nothing real to share
Fake. Like me.
Ithaca
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