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Aug 2018
A crowded room
The buzz of voices
A scent that you remember
From long ago
Memories rise like ghosts,
The dead come back
To haunt your hard-won peace.
Someone dared to wear
The cologne he wore
When he said goodbye
It still haunts me, even now
April
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April  19/F/Virginia
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     Timothy and arizona
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