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Oct 2016
the closest friends the
lovers in spring
when summer comes
or fall or winter
grow apart and make
new limbs new routes
new lives new things
it is part of life
that the fruits
get scattered far and wide
like love does and friends and
acquaintances
become lost to touch
but not
remembrance
wordvango
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