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A Work in Progress- The Parking Lot

Alabaster silver, Barcelona red,
Hybrid colors of half fueled thoughts
Too cheap to go all the way
And run on electric dreams
The spark plug ignites.

The left front door is gone,
It cries in protest.
There is a foreign body
Named “Jewel” in the backseat.

She doesn’t fit in the red car,
No,
They thought her bubbly persona
Went best with indigo.

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