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Aug 2013
We were young and touched by fire,
Yours natural, mine inflamed.
You remember those happy days?
When I had curls and smiled
Before being embittered by time.
A lost youth spent rambling
Across grey country sides.

Now you are a cold old flame
Who matches me by bitterness
And no longer sees what could have been.
Robyn Lewis
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Robyn Lewis  Rome
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