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Apr 2013
I walk
through the halls
through the crowds

I listen
its tiring to haul
the mounds
of regret

I see one face
and another
surrounding me

I remember
the memories
why did it go bad?

I hear
the voices
the ones that once
called my name
in laughter
in tears
Amanda Frost
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