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Jul 2016
This isn't a poem;
But it's hard not to miss some people,
when you see things that remind you of them,
when shows play that remind you of them,
when songs stream that remind you of them,
of their voice,
of how you used to be...
I wish things were the same.
Maybe they can be the same.
Maybe I should stop holding on to memories
(but they're all I have).
Then again, I used to be quite a ****.
Jo Hummel
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Jo Hummel  Fort Worth
(Fort Worth)   
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