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Jan 2021
roses and rain; sitting on the curb

slouched over, neither says a word

sideways cars, lost in thought

forgetful drivers, forget they're lost



and as we drift, the things we miss

look at lonely earth - from their lonely cliff

fall softly, into the soft abyss

forgetting slowly

the things we miss
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     Naomi, camps and MS Anjaan
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