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Jun 2016
I hear something on tv
About some locality unconnected to me
Thirty seconds later, I forget
I cram last minute for a test
Hoping my score is the best
Two months later, I forget
We wage war in foreign lands
And later recoil at what was done by our hands
Ten years later, we forget
A man dies in an accident
With no idea what life meant
A generation later, the world forgets
Breeze-Mist
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Breeze-Mist  19/F/North America
(19/F/North America)   
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