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On Cars in the Concrete Jungle

Broken line.
Cities fly by in zero-to-sixty snatches.
Hearts break and mend
in the time it takes to drive around the block.

Red light.
The world is holding its breath.
Exhale.
Life begins again
when the light turns green.

Four lanes
and infinite possibilities.
Racing along a 70 mph artery,
life is a blur that happens outside the window.

Stop. Go.
In a world of glass and concrete,
getting lost is the best thing
that could ever happen to you.

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