Gust

As soon as that....
melody hit my ears it was like I was standing right there again on the concrete in the wind and everyone was walking I could see my shoes in the dark of the door they glowed silver just like the moon slivers in your irises I took one last step and then I crumbled to the ground except everyone else was, too so it didn't look like it meant anything but it did because I would've even if they didn't I can hardly keep the traces of the Atlantic from my eyes as I recall the darkness and the sweetness and the foreshadowing looming over my head but I just thought it was a heavy storm cloud set to let loose on saturday morning, but the next day no rain fell.

If I ever get Alzheimer's I'm screwed cuz I'm addicted to remembering.
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