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May 14
In my life,
I've been to places,
unbeknown to me;
often the last time,
then they filled with
new, (and?) foreign faces,
by the tactless
yet unforgiving time

Then all I had,
was the remembrance,
and the longing
for faint
- but somewhat-
aching memories
now floating below
the infinite horizon of time.
atifaydinturanli
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atifaydinturanli  22/M/TΓΌrkiye
(22/M/TΓΌrkiye)   
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   rick, Varg and Abbott J Hardison
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