there's always
a change
when i see headlights
alone on a spilt ink road
or the red eye flying fiery for l.a.
afterwards
i just don't think the same
your desert hair crawls
lonely tonight
but i'd be with you
if i could see through the leaves
thick as they fall
turning life over again
this winter
was a dead man
but as the months
pass
we feel
more and more
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