Windows steam up
In a car
In the dark
In a park
Windows steamed up
Pictures on the glass
Images across time
The beat plays on
A song in the background
Living in an oxymoronic
Metaphor to a better time
Eons ago before the pain
The agony of life
A pleasure in my spine
Not a second goes by
With out the fingers in my mind
Scaring my thoughts
The flowers are colourful and beautiful
The flower you are
Stands out from the others
You have some really vivid memories
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