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Dec 2020
So little can be known about the other
Would I know you anywhere, indeed,
Not likely, but I hope to try.

Just the thought of you, say the songs
All regrets still cut me, my mind hears
You saying that to me, nightly.

I passed regret but got stuck
On a broken freeway onramp
Between Las Olvidas and Sixth Street.

Might be here a long time.
Written by
Medusa  F/California
(F/California)   
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