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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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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