A New Year's Eve 1998

At the dawn
I went up to the roof
Icy cold blue air cooled me down
Noises of anti-climax
Still going on
Downstairs
But it was beautiful
Being a silly little girl
Holding a bottle of beer
Trembling with fear
Heavenly homeless mind
Thinking of you
My lost love
It was just about the last step
To fall to love you again
But for such a flashback
I survive
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