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DIVINE MECHANIC

Temp gauge high
Fuel gauge low
I've traveled many empty miles.
Under radiation,dragging skeletons on chains behind me...
Bones by the tons.
Ignoring speed limits,always over...
Always faster.
Expecting a break down,
and graciously excepting the anger when it finally happened...
Many hot middays,and freezing midnights I sat...
A rusting shell.
Until you came.
The expert mechanic for my spiritual machine.
Written by jaspersilence
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