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Mar 2014
Once it’s written it can’t be forgiven

I let go with such weakness, I am weak and

I can’t hold on

Only briefly as moments,

but my how time flies by no matter

how unusual it seems — what’s achieved

until mourned memories

meant forgotten

find their way back unto your lap

forgive me again
Julian Alexander
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Julian Alexander  Baltimore
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