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Apr 2017
How is it
that I can’t see your face?
I love you so but
where are you now?
How did we get so far away?
The music we made
still rings in my ears.
The laughter
has drifted away is seems.
Just echoes are left
of the dreams that we made.
Richard Grahn
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Richard Grahn  58/M/Chicago
(58/M/Chicago)   
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