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Ego MAG

By Anonymous

Spicy red car,
Pounding out the asphalt,
The stereo stretches out behind,
A cloud of swirling, orange music.

The tires scream,
The flim-flam doors shake,
The bass beats trap behind the windows,
Pushing and squeezing through the cracks.

It all tears off down the street,
Leaving a taste of tires and ego,
And a stream of cloud music,
All fading away within seconds.





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