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Jul 2020
A lot can happen in a number of youthful years. One blur, a lifetime, a mesmerising experience and an erasing virtue.
Memory clear and an identity un so. Tales of a cross road. We can draw, without abuse, and at worse we know, so painful and yet of use.
Written by
James G East
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