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Rain drops run like tears down the window as my Car speeds past another Lay-by lamenting those past bring no solace at the horror of those yet to come ahead an old man struggles his Car is aged, broken down every mile a small mercy as desperately he hopes to carry on begrudging my car’s reliability, I look in sadness as we pass him, he looks wistfully as the sun dances on my shiny paint how I wish I could stop! give him my engine! transfer my fuel! maybe give him my tires! the Road is yet too long I have no strength for it no yearning to drive another Mile best to give to those who want that they may travel past and smile
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Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 9:15 PM UTC
In the Car
Rain drops run like tears down the window as my Car speeds past another Lay-by lamenting those past bring no solace at the horror of those yet to come ahead an old man struggles his Car is aged, broken down every mile a small mercy as desperately he hopes to carry on begrudging my car’s reliability, I look in sadness as we pass him, he looks wistfully as the sun dances on my shiny paint how I wish I could stop! give him my engine! transfer my fuel! maybe give him my tires! the Road is yet too long I have no strength for it no yearning to drive another Mile best to give to those who want that they may travel past and smile
jadedsoul
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Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 9:15 PM UTC
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