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Jun 2018
You forget my name
I’ll say it, spell it out, write it down
Repeat that same two-syllable word
You’re quick to forget
Flowers are pretty little things
And all their names must blur together
For you, who cannot speak their language
After I'm through with you, you'll never forget it again.
kk
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kk  19/F
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