"I Am" by Melancholia

Wednesday, July 1, 2015


The song you play over and over

A gentle summer’s breeze

Your secret first love

The ripple of a pond

A face in a crowded hall

The name on the tip of your tongue that you can’t make out

And a memory you’ll never forget.

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