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Jan 2018
nostalgia fills my veins
like a drug, i am addicted
to reliving the past
and ignoring the present
until, it too,
becomes old enough for me to look back fondly
at this memory that has been touched
with the bittersweet filter
nostalgia puts on my memories
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   Glassmuncher and Andie
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