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Jan 2016
Looking at old school photographs, I laugh
A sad little laugh, thinking of times friction
And how it grinds life, till bit by bit
Pieces of our past ware out and disappear
Graff1980
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Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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