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Nov 2015
I sat down and looked about,
at all the things I saw from my spot.
The tiniest details ingrained into memory
and position of the sunlight.
I remember the time,
I remember the smell, and taste.
But I don't know
if this will be the last time.
The last time I'm here ever again.
Mr E
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Mr E
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