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Oct 2020
His words were a bridge
To a place long lost,
Memories on memories
Gathering up dust,
Old and battered
But still there,
Waiting in the cellar
For him to share.
Written by
Wildflowerseverywhere  18/F/Rome
(18/F/Rome)   
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