A sound, This place, With glee, Your face

A sound
A song
A smell
The air
Brings me back to when you were there
This place
This passion
This pain
My memory
If only this was easy
With glee
With gut
With gloom
We're friends
And I wait while my feelings bend
Your face
Your flaws
Your fury
I demand
Please tell me where I stand





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