Recollections

i. This city reminds me
Nights I’d come home soul stained with vodka, whiskey, gin
After all-night, kissing the wrong person
Sleeping in to get passed the disappointments

ii. That song reminds me
Open wound of a life
Waking even though my very essence was dying
Everything amounted to nothing, desperate to hold on to something

iii. This place reminds me
Beautiful new memories made
Body/mind a lot less heavy
Time loves those old scars away

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