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Oct 2021
what become of
memory
we sitting by the
sea

i watched your ruddy
cheeks
and following
the

waves
that hardly
bother
to break

we are but still
there
your eyes shining
and shiny hair..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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