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May 2018
Someday, there will be no
memory of my mother.

And the day shall
come, where there will be no memory of me.

Would they go, towards time
in space?

Should our memories rise
up, to join memories of ancestors past?

To be held in the air, to
sing amongst cousin, aunt, friend, priest,
memories of others.
Callum Foulds
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Callum Foulds  19/Non-binary/Northamptonshire
(19/Non-binary/Northamptonshire)   
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