I am made weak and
irresolute by these floating
cloud memories
when the right
wind blows in my direction
it brings your scent with it
and my mind travels a
thousand miles into the
past
to be alone with you
in that room with strange
air
and a box of car crash
treasures
Jun 5, 2012
Jun 5, 2012 at 4:01 PM UTC
I am made weak and
irresolute by these floating
cloud memories
when the right
wind blows in my direction
it brings your scent with it
and my mind travels a
thousand miles into the
past
to be alone with you
in that room with strange
air
and a box of car crash
treasures
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