Her morning turned worse

And inside every detail would seem to radiate change

Like oiled chrome paint with unexpected comfort

The driver glimpsed ahead,

Steering down, the expanding ride,

Or preparing more new intelligence

She allows the windows to clutch her little control

And through powerful performance, forward.   


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