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Apr 2018
The color purple.
A football field.
A hand of a giant in mine.
The smell of stale beer.
Cigarette smoke.

that was the first time
so young and so blind
yet the memory is refined
behind closed eyes
the beginning of the recording
when I hit rewind
Written by
Xander Holden  21/M/Chicago
(21/M/Chicago)   
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