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Sep 2016
I forgot how his grin was,
I forgot the warmth of his hands on a fall night.
I forgot
I forgot the way he would hold me
and I forgot the way he would look at me.
But if I saw him again
I know it will still hurt
Everything will come back.
Im okay now. Ive accepted everything.
Last day of my poem series.
Aztec
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Aztec  In a city
(In a city)   
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     ---, Elvis phiri and Doug Potter
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