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Jan 2010
The one that got away.
Or should I say, that there was a day
When there was one that got away?

Memories, such as these,
Are hazy at best, crazy at worst.
Did my mind make a false key?

Stuffing the square not meant to be there,
Into the small circular whole in my head.
A mistake that could wake the dead?
Written by
Alex Gebhart
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