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Dec 2020
Forgotton what we know
Behind of looking back
Bow the hands to sow
Open to pump of hello

Forgotton where we came
Dry the cloth of clothes
Strip to bear, no playing games
One of two the sun of same

Forgotton of forward play
Empty hands push through
No doors of hidden say
Forgotton for one more day
Written by
Julie
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