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Dec 2021
well or ill
or thought of or not
means less to me now
having been the constant
attentive focus
of your forgot

and yet fine
is me
in this unnatural sea
for your hold has no sway
and I have no such need
of you to set me free
I think it's funny. That after all these years, I still can, and do, attract the same kind of people to me.

Very ironic.
Colm
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Colm
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     ---, SUDHANSHU KUMAR and Safana
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