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letra de advanced creative nonfiction - plain speak

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the smell of warm wood and new paper every summer’s end
the aging corners of my dorm room, somehow whiter than last year
and i was back there just last night
eight years later and just the same
as when i felt in the air some magic
coming up from the bas-m-nt floor

i was just that fresh-faced eighteen year old kid
free of any burden, i remember it

and we were just children
playing adult for the first time
playing like we knеw each other
playing like wе could know it all
we dressed ourselves up in our winter clothes
like mother nature could lose
but we were just learning to pass the time
forgetting it all from the start

i was just that fresh-faced eighteen year old kid
free of my delusions, i remember it

i was just that fresh-faced eighteen year old kid
(and it felt like everyone i knew disappeared under that snow)
free of any burden, i remember it
(under that snow)
i was just that fresh-faced eighteen year old kid
(and it felt like everyone i knew disappeared under that snow)
free of my delusions, i remember it
(under that snow)

- plain speak

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