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Jan 2020
A stranger among familiar faces.
His return was celebrated by all.
Surface, he was the same.
None ever looked in his eyes.
Ignored the wounds from his travels.
He was distant.
Estranged from his former life.

What happened to my friend?
What did he see?
Did he leave something behind?
Or was it taken from him?
Cardboard-Jones
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