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Jun 2017
Nigh time,
Walking my way to where used to start
Alone,
Ruminating our conversations

Recoil,
Whatever you may call it
Now,
Everything is flashing back to me

Memory,
You aren't part of it.. yet!
NPt
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NPt  25/F
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