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Aug 2020
I can’t meet my selves now past,
And those others of the future,
Are much too far away from me.
Worlds move on through times that pass,
Will my future me, then see light at last?
The ghost of my past five minutes ago,
In future times may let me know,
Impatiently, I wait to see.
Written by
Ron
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   ju and Imran Islam
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