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Oct 2018
It’s hard to make sense
Of where time came or went
I see you in your present tense
And still feel the past

I beg for what was
For what gave me cause
For what lost
But it’s not to last

The now is heavy
The how is crazy
The show is changing
But I’m crass

Will it free me
Will it be me
Will it **** me
I guess I’m free to see
Richard
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