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Season melting into my arms My sentimentality is not a product of my hope which still prevails though the weather ties me back The cold of the backstage walls brings me comfort connects me to a memory subito! It becomes glorious to remember. a present wind is pleasant so long as it doesn't sting But to feel the waves of matter slipping through the creases soothing the cracks of old troubles It is everything to breathe
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Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 2:13 PM UTC
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Season melting into my arms My sentimentality is not a product of my hope which still prevails though the weather ties me back The cold of the backstage walls brings me comfort connects me to a memory subito! It becomes glorious to remember. a present wind is pleasant so long as it doesn't sting But to feel the waves of matter slipping through the creases soothing the cracks of old troubles It is everything to breathe
the spring of 2018 brings back some terrible, terrible memories. now that time is passing, i hope this peaceful feeling is a result of time, and not a re-experience of that old false hope.
#spring#season#hope#cold#comfort#memory#wind#old#troubles#breathe
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Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 2:13 PM UTC
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