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Nov 2018
Never lost, just misplaced
Our fingers remain interlaced
Like the bitter aftertaste
You will never be replaced

Never lost, just misplaced
What a disgrace, this human race
So many lives just go to waste
And the past can never be erased

Never lost, just misplaced
Sometimes lost within the haste
I’ll never forget the look on your face
I love you mom, despite my hate
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   JL Smith
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