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Sep 2018
I saw your substitute today
Where the stairwell meets the fleeting hall
Passing me by, without a wave, without a smile
I saw your substitute today
But she wasn’t the same at all
Old theory. Every 4-6 years. Certain faces and types repeat. *nod*
Colm
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Colm
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