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Aug 2019
Usually I'm a forgetful one,
Unlucky this is no longer true;
Everything existing under the sun,
conveys a clue for you.

Teach me how to unknow what I've known
Learn me something new.
Ripping roots mentally sown,
Desperate to renew.
Peasant The Poet
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Peasant The Poet
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   Melissa Rose
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