The smell of patchouli lingers in front of you just long enough to give you a flashback and a rush.
Stevie ray slides across the room on invisible strings filling you with a movement that can’t be stopped. Silver hair rocking back and forth to every sweet beat.
Tootsie pops and waxed lips sit beckoning you to pick them up and remember those carefree days on the corner with friends.
A pair of roller skates, a pogo stick and a red rider bb gun slam you back in time and you are now caught in the web of yesterday, your yesterday.
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