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Aug 2022
There is nothing I can say
to make you want to stay.
Nor will staring at our photographs
or replaying our shared laughs.
Nor will reading your horoscopes
or your old envelopes.
All I can do is to move on
and hope that you are gone.
Mitch Prax
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Mitch Prax  32/M/Australia
(32/M/Australia)   
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