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"bodywork" poems
A battered VW Beetle named Dusty Whose bodywork was decidedly rusty         Still was able to travel On tarmac and gravel In a manner observably trusty.
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Apr 8, 2012
Apr 8, 2012 at 10:01 AM UTC
A battered VW Beetle named Dusty
Yesterday, she caught her curves in the center of her palms. She cuddled the skin and coddled the effort that she put in to make it shrink but she still thinks it made no difference. © Matthew Harlovic
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May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 7:06 PM UTC
Bodywork
I wield this body like a weapon crash test dummy on a suicide mission all journey and no destination pulling fuses while the car is in motion bodywork beat up but engine still functions travelled to the moon and back in miles but not realization put here on this torture track an illusion of freedom mixed with fear and excitement the windshield has gone and the seatbelt is broken
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Jun 3, 2022
Jun 3, 2022 at 8:20 AM UTC
crash test dummy
She said she needed fun    and laughter Baby I said what you need then Is to pull into my Gas Station Me! I'll give you a good servicing I'll fill you up yea! give you a good    fueling I'll check your oil, all your gauges Pump your tyres and clean your   windows Give your bodywork a nice wipe  down I'll even shine your bonnet You're so shiny.
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Jun 7, 2020
Jun 7, 2020 at 2:26 PM UTC
Gas Station
The new car is a facade, you can see it in his smirk; there's a black tar soul under its white bodywork. He sells his demons under a snowy form, he finds his peace on a green heavy storm. No one has ever know him very well but they know he's related to a cartel. He has lots of fun, too may things he enjoys, not realizing he's the devil's toy. But I think he's the evil, as cruel as can be. He preaches his word of magnetic philosophy. You're cough just for fun. Glowing sparks in aquamarine. Comfy sea-scent room, you wish to stay in. You get a sugar rush every time you see him. Waiting for his company, not the best way of being free. You sit there beside him, pretend to rely. He offers you something, you don't have to pay. Tho his soft touch turns your skin into concrete you find yourself at his door dying to repeat.
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Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 10:30 PM UTC
Sporadic guy.
dented and repairable most smashes are not a write off and bodywork is not that important They all look the same in the rain
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Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 10:34 AM UTC
Fashionable Shells
..i haven't drink enough yet..          ..this take's some time..                      ..bodywork..       ..soul's unjustly                      miss direction.. no deal..more drink..more self-loathing.. ..what a joke.. there's a poem 4 u..
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Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 11:21 AM UTC
nothing