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Nov 2024
I remember digging through,
dumpsters, garbage, alleys, tombs,
Scraping knees and losing shoes,
I remember how he just left me,
Two-faced and praying too soon.
I remember praying too,
For the sun to come up.
Do you remember,
All those gods of summer?
Written by
Ron
42
     --- and Pax
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