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Jan 2021
Embarking on moving old boxes,
as they've sat, awaiting my touch
Dust flies, layers of memories cry
memorabilia line with dirt and must.
Friends on cellophane-filtered pictures
enhanced by the mood of that time
as we swore an oath of allegiance
to a friendship that would never die.
...amp...
Written by
artisticAR
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