Every night on the train I think of your heat escaping from the heart of thoughts become dreams. Every night on this train needs sweat and begging, claiming assistance. It is the knowledge that it begs to be revealed. I will never stop telling you, lying in a sleeping car, when it's night and our moods are mixed and became everything and nothing. And we repeat until the nausea because we were stupid to get excited for the near future so without really understanding that it will not stop anymore.
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