She's a 19'69s beast, with a gasoline heart,
Chrome gleams like lightning, a work of raw art.
Turn the key, a dragon awakes,
Pain evaporates, as the whole engine shakes.

Horses unleashed, a stampede unbound,
Throttle wide open, leaving troubles on the ground.
Gears shift like punches, anxieties fade,
Wind a banshee's scream, guilt thoroughly slayed.

Body a missile, a blur of chrome and might,
Mind a blank canvas, bathed in glorious light.
No map, no compass, just freedom's sweet call,
This Mustang's a fury, erasing it all.

Let the engine thunder, a primal release,
Four wheels and escape, inner demons at peace.
Sun splits the horizon, a fiery goodbye,
Miles devoured in hunger, leaving heartache to die.


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