When I hear a certain song playing in the background, I think of you and a vision of your face, pervades my soul. When the second song plays, your sweet fragrance fills the air around me. The third song and her gentle hand caresses my face and tingles my body that is covered with goosebumps. At the fourth song, I gently glide to the radio and turn it off. There is no sense roaming in the darkened marred past. And I have adjusted to living without her.
-RJ Intindola – (Gandolfo) – 2009
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