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Dec 2023
i like to tell of
my life
no-one has to
listen
i rather they
did nt..
but
soon enough
i wonΒ΄t remember
a **** thing
the future (if one
can call it)
brief and that will
leave only
the moment..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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