Between the parallel lines,
and the thick concrete,
In the vehicle with a junk-yard purpose,
we find the subtle sentiments
once buried in the rubble of forgotten hope.
Among the lies of the world,
and the sun-ripened seats,
we hold our hands against the universe;
a poltergeist love
moving us with invisible fingers;
a fate unheard of;
two lost souls,
At last, in perfect harmony.
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