The leaves are still green
Where are you headed?
I see her, sleeping in the backseat
Pass the sugar cane before she spots the weeds
I feel water rushing
Running down my sleeves
Numinous, she dances, terrifying me
Ears closed to the music
Snow makes it hard to breathe
Tires ink the road again
Drive away from me
Feb 23, 2021
Feb 23, 2021 at 11:36 PM UTC
The leaves are still green
Where are you headed?
I see her, sleeping in the backseat
Pass the sugar cane before she spots the weeds
I feel water rushing
Running down my sleeves
Numinous, she dances, terrifying me
Ears closed to the music
Snow makes it hard to breathe
Tires ink the road again
Drive away from me
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