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Mar 2015
that faint memory
of those old summer days
being lost in him
you know the one
falling over his smile and wondering
how did the universe come up with him
then realizing
he probably doesn't think the same about you
time has passed
you feel the same, and that faint memory
does not seem so faint
John Pilgrim
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John Pilgrim  London
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