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Feb 20
I saw a familiar face in a crowd
Like dye in clear water
Disappear before I could reach it
What used to be a daily sight
Snuffed out like a candles light
Only smoke remains
Lostling
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Lostling  Visiting my grave
(Visiting my grave)   
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