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Oct 2021
A promise of old friends
that never materialized
And the man slides backward
Beyond the brokenΒ Β promises
no inner light in his horizon
He was a stranger in their eyes
as the rain kept rolling over
as your childhood dreams
were taking away
you cannot buy friends
Antony Glaser
Written by
Antony Glaser  60/M/croydon
(60/M/croydon)   
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