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Mar 2022
I will no longer
know anything about you
and you will no longer
remember my name.
I will no longer
cross your thoughts
and you will no longer
dream about me.
I will no longer
share your warmth
and you will no longer
hold these hands.
Mitch Prax
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Mitch Prax  32/M/Australia
(32/M/Australia)   
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