With my head in my hands I sit Breathing in the scent of sandalwood Letting in gently fill my lungs I can almost feel your hand on my shoulder Your fingers running through my hair With a slight shake I can make you leave Tonight is different because of this holiday Why does a massacre make people fall in love I know nothing of the tradition Another superficial holiday where gifts replace Everything that a person could possible need The sandalwood fades away and is forever Embedded within my memory Forever knowing the scent will haunt meBirth sign: Libra
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