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Black car pulls slowly away

As silent as dreams

As long as memories,

Ambitions boxed

And locked inside

A shell that will not crack,

Turn cartwheels to the sky

Remembrances that never were

Or failed to stain the page,

Machines still whir

Grind out their song

In towers that reach cloud high,

Ledgers empty, stony, mute

Leave no trace no mark

For those now gone.

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