Every stranger has your face
Everyone walks like you
Everyone talks like you
Everyone smells like you
Every fiber I see is you in a lace.
No iTunes yet your voice plays
A sweat playlist of all memories
Well shuffled in my head
Employed to repeating mode
Music takes me where words don't.
Thought like season change
The music would end
I never knew steel is hard
I never knew building bridges
Is easy until I tired getting over it…
In every voice I hear
I tend to examine
Every eye behind the sunglass
Everyone smells like you
Yet: they not you.
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