I think that I have recovered
That 'm functioning well
That normality has taken up residence
Then
I hear the sounds of a forgotten song
The breeze attacks with historical perfumes
A color combination
Installs a sick sensation
My stomach churns
My heart burns
My head learns
This malady won't go away
It's here to stay
Today, and every day
As I take another step
Back to You.
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