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Behind the driver sit,   she was resting with no beat.   Nothing would distract her, even sound of reluctant street.   Maybe she didn’t care anymore,   or she needed to sleep a bit more.   Coins were the ones arrived first,   begging the fate to have a rest.   Sound of siren tangles the air,   close were the angles in pair.   She was so young, it wasn’t fair,   Don’t worry,  they will take a good care.
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Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 1:17 PM UTC
Behind the Driver
Behind the driver sit,   she was resting with no beat.   Nothing would distract her, even sound of reluctant street.   Maybe she didn’t care anymore,   or she needed to sleep a bit more.   Coins were the ones arrived first,   begging the fate to have a rest.   Sound of siren tangles the air,   close were the angles in pair.   She was so young, it wasn’t fair,   Don’t worry,  they will take a good care.
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Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 1:17 PM UTC
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