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Is It You After All? – authoranonblog
Memories are fickle little thingsI watch your gait as you move through a crowdIs it you after all?Your laugh and your gazeIgnite flames but the lighter clicksAnd never catches holdOf my stray dreams and gut feelingsWhenever I smell sweet smoke Or the slightest whiff of your voice in monotone over my stereo.Perhaps we need it …