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Embarking on moving old boxes, as they've sat, awaiting my touch Dust flies, layers of memories cry memorabilia line with dirt and must. Friends on cellophane-filtered pictures enhanced by the mood of that time as we swore an oath of allegiance to a friendship that would never die. ...amp...
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Jan 6, 2021
Jan 6, 2021 at 7:44 AM UTC
Still friends...
Embarking on moving old boxes, as they've sat, awaiting my touch Dust flies, layers of memories cry memorabilia line with dirt and must. Friends on cellophane-filtered pictures enhanced by the mood of that time as we swore an oath of allegiance to a friendship that would never die. ...amp...
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Jan 6, 2021
Jan 6, 2021 at 7:44 AM UTC
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