You leave out the dinner
I do not think I want to eat anything
The summer is over
For whatever summer could be
I want to walk in the fountains
Feel my head in the rain
There was never a chance
Only coffee and trains
My head was a balloon
You were an angel
There were the demons
Stuck in my ribcage
I leave with the wine
Fall asleep to the sound
Wake up in a stupor
Go to bed in July
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