Nostalgia
WHAT TIME IS IT
IN THE LAND OF THE LOST
WHAT COLOR IS THE SKY
DAWNING SO FAR AWAY
WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME
MY FINGERS TRACED
THE OUTLINE OF YOUR FACE
SOMETHING'S ABOUT TO BREAK
I CAN BARELY REMEMBER YOUR SMILE.
RIP J
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