overdone flow
like a train
downhill
this aint no trainwreck,baby
effects and falling leaves
cold air draws you near
keeps you in the warmth of me
indefinetly
here, we are
steps silent upon the
crispness of fall
memory of a budding
green spring infiltrate
my mind, looking over what
we'd once done
setting those wheels in motion
fueling this train
where are
my two
word lines?
overflow its known as
unable to find the
shut off valve
not possible to
stop it all, at all
my passion glows
like coals
on fire forever
for you.
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