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Mar 2013
I think back on my childhood.
Everything is falling.
Nothing is the same.
Every day I picture my childhood
In the air and light of morning.
It wasn't until things fell
That my life turned to night.
Memories of now
will be enshrouded
In darkness.
And I want this to change.
A K Krueger
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A K Krueger  California
(California)   
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