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Oct 2021
Don't look around,
you won't find me again.
I wonder what's the point of goodbye,
I was never particularly good at them anyway.
They tend to leave me in a mess,
and it tells on my face.
So skip the platitudes and be on your way-
goodbye is just a phrase and phase-
sometimes long,
sometimes short.
Mitch Prax
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Mitch Prax  32/M/Australia
(32/M/Australia)   
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     MS Anjaan, Weeping willow and efni
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