Touching Horizons

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I hoped into a car,

And drove,

I reached the horizon,

I almost touched the sun,

My finger tips grazed the light,

But I was crashed into reality,

And there I lay,

Surounded in car parts,

With the horizon setting above me,

I closed my eyes,

And I stoped driving.

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