The Vehicle
It gets warm
And it gets hot.
The hurricanes are coming
While life goes.
It gets hot,
It cools down
And everything falls in together.
My blood begins to churn,
My mind is of a stir
And my eyes look upon the vehicle
With love.
She is my heart,
She is my solace,
She is mine and maybe
She is me,
For I am in her iris
While she is in mine,
And the tip of the heart lies below.
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