Trainwreckage

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Breathe of fresh air,

As she grabs my hair

She's warm as summer

As gold, and it's getting sunnier

Some trainwrecks occur worst

Inside my stomach, but I knew at first

Sight, first touch

We've talked enough

Summer sunsets still look the same

Same girl in my hand, same first times but

New highs, new explosions

Invigorating every step of the way

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