Her scent breathed in,
Is dirt and leaves and cinnamon,
Dried lake water on summer skin…
So I cry into this cold microphone,
A poor substitute for your ears…
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Texas Singer-Songwriter and Troubadour
Her scent breathed in,
Is dirt and leaves and cinnamon,
Dried lake water on summer skin…
So I cry into this cold microphone,
A poor substitute for your ears…