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Vanilla and Sandalwood

White spots on the bathroom floor

Remind me of you

They make me feel empty

Like a glass without water

Like the remnants of a burned out fire

 

I remember it so vividly

The cold city air smelled of metal foundry

And cut like a razor through my sweater

I thought it would never get better

Until you wrapped your arms around me

(remember how I kicked you in the shin?)

You found me

A broken little girl

Alone in a big scary world

 

 

Running the dark, damp streets

We never thought twice

Never planned for a future

No need

We weren't going to live that long

I was weak and you were strong

But now you're gone

And all that's left

Is a box of matches and an empty desk

And me

A lonely insomniac

 

Vanilla and sandalwood incense

Remind me of you

Of the only home I've ever had

A haven in the whirlwind of my youth

 

Goodnight Red Balloon

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