intertwined in a hug,
one's true love,
we will find a
way
through the prickly
bushes of their
words.
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Nostalgic music,
smell, movies,
shower me in memory.
Christmas on its
way.
Happier than I've been,
I pray it lasts for the snow
could coat my past.
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The chill of the sun
and the heat of the
game.
A cold heart,
and a cold heart,
wild.
Where did it all go?
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Drives on South Broadway.
Trash cars.
Thrift stores.
We could drive for
hours,
looking at old memories,
as time passes by.
Listening to his
favorite tunes.
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