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Nov 2020
Whether it proceeded
A day before
An hour after
A minute ahead off
Or even a second prior to
Still its considered the chronicle

Even if memories were pioneered
To never fade away
Imminently
It all becomes blurry
Transformed into past
HOPE
Written by
HOPE  29/F/South Africa
(29/F/South Africa)   
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