Of my own world
Last time I was here I was inside
Now staring at red-brown bricks
I hear the sounds of the club from within
The bass like a heartbeat
Drums are like a voice
Heard faintly
Whispering
A reversed setting to dwell upon
An awkward vacant room
But that story is beyond us now
Winter draws to an end
Didn't want to see time go
Tried to stop from
Slipping away
Slowly I allow nature to take it's course
Promise I'll forget one day
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