Her frame
now beat up
her skin crackled
from extreme sun
rest in final place
no one wants her
any more
not even the state
She still shows
past lush curves
I remember them soft
Flamingo pink
crimson at times
under right angle
now weathered
but her backseat Naugahyde
still could bear my weight
a few springs were missing
even then
but our youth didn't
now
not even a tow truck
in salvage yard
wants her.
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