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Jul 2018
Who is the boy in my memories?
I'm certain that he isn't me.
Why can I even remember that night?
There wasn't much to see.
Except a petty argument, some broken glass,
And the people that we used to be.
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
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