Red Car


Red car in the middle of a field
Come and tell me how you feel
The remains of metal covered in vine and dirt
Once something glorious, now everything hurts
The smell of oil and the chipping of paint, once driven proudly, now is disgraced
Only appreciated in the middle of the night
When young lovers, its seats does entice.

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