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Apr 2015
Your name pops up occasionally and I remember you fondly.
You treated me wrongly but I still hold you in high regard.
I'm not sure why we have drifted apart,
but we can never be close again.

I thought we were good friends,
but it seems i've upset you,
and you don't have the respect to,
tell me what your problem is.

The solution is this.
The dissolution of memories from our teenage years.
Closest thoughts,
blood sweat and tears.
Evaporated into the evolution of friendship that no longer exists.

So long brother,
those words make me shudder.
Maybe I should call you out?
Maybe I should call you now?

The phone just rings out....
Got Guanxi
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Got Guanxi  London - England
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