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Beaumont, TX 77703
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poetry
 Here u go dude! Thanks for getting me to finish!

Oh orange oasis,
Source of sanctuary
The thing that makes
my heart beat.
It huffes, It chugs, it vibrates.
It speaks to me.
I fix it when it breaks.
It heals me when I'm broken.

Absent are the comforts
Sought by most.
the only creatures,
lurk in the comfort of
White knuckles and held breath.

Who speak only with
exhaust on tongue
and fume on breath.
Whose sound resonates
against the guardrail,
Alongside a passerby
With both eyes forward
And none behind.

Sitting low amid the smell
of lies and exhaust
I bath in this
bounty of fume
of effort
of noise and grease.

Oh Sing to me once more
my sweet chrome love.
My mechanical mistress.
My closest of friends.
Who will never lie or cheat.
bruise a heart so battered,
And bleak.
Who steers true for me
and never leaves.

Here u go dude! Thanks for getting me to finish!

Oh orange oasis.
source of saingtuary
The thing that makes
my heart beat.
It huffes, It chugs, it vibrates.
It speaks to me.
I fix it when it breaks.
It heals me when I'm broken.

Absent are the comforts
Sought by most.
the only creatures,
lurk in the comfort of
White knuckles and held breath.

Who speak only with
exhaust on tongue
and fume on breath.
Whose sound resonates
against the guardrail,
Alongside a passerby
With both eyes forward
And none behind.

Sitting low amid the smell
of lies and exhaust
I bath in this
bounty of fume
of effort
of noise and grease.

Oh Sing to me once more
my sweet chrome love.
My mechanical mistress.
My closest of friends.
Who will never lie or cheat.
bruise a heart so battered,
And bleak.
Who steers true for me
and never leaves.