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Hey, Autumn eyes
Burnt orange and liquid moss
Honey brown amber vibes
Electric undercurrent charging my butterflies
that ceased to fly for some time
You see my broken heart and fill the cracks with gold
Hold me (and hold me together)... please....
Mend my pieces while I get lost in your eyes
Hoping your soul will understand mine
Your Midas touch can singe imprints on my skin
Like rings on a tree I can sense your memories
You stare at the sun and it burns your eyes
Careful- her intensity could melt you alive
I let your heat consume my whole being;
I would drown in that fire...


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