You are the brakes in my car.
Burning and glowing dim in the dark Unders
You toil and wear until one day you break.
You need constant care,
a maintenance thing, they say.
Why do I bother?
Alas, you are the brakes in my car,
the one that cares for me,
enough to pace my thoughts.
You toil away until the day,
you're outdone your share.
I thank you, for you truly are the brakes in my car.
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