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Nov 2016
Wind howling around*
And yet there is no sound
Images going by
One at a time
Only just a memory
A memory that is blurry
For we wish could happen and what does
Overlaps the true reality
A reality we cant face
Cause we are to scarred
And yet we still give chase
With everything going by
With the clock ticking
*I'm still not moving
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Memphis Storm  19/F
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