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Nov 2021
I'm not dragging your frame through the mud of memory
Nor lifting up falsehoods in the mind of once mine
No I live and live in a constant state of both being and remind
I remember because it once was us who lived
Can't forget because such things should never die

And they can't

He said with a smile
Fifteen Feelings. Some are just memories, perhaps.
Colm
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Colm
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