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Like a car when you no place to go,
like a map when you have no place to be, like a boat in the middle of the desert, or a shovel in the Adriatic Sea. Useless like the effort in this poem, or the ink I use to write the words you see. Useless like the feelings I have for you, when you don't have the same feelings for me.
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