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Sep 2016
I lost the paper that has what I wanted to say
please excuse my improvisation and wandering gaze
as I stumble through my speech
in front of the crowd, I am reminded of terrors and
horrors that come with forgetting
so here I am, scouring my internal archives
I'm sorry, again

-c.j.
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