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    Car Rides

    The growl of the tires rolling,
    The pull of the seat belt,
    The whoosh of the air brushing past.
    It's like flying
    But you aren't steering
    And the clouds around you might kill
    At any given moment.
    The trees that escape my vision,
    The greens rolling by.
    I can't help the feel of exposure
    To this lonely car ride.
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