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Jul 2014
I’m talking to you, old friend, again,
for I missed you very much. I hated for you to
leave me, old friend, words I’ve known before are again,
I’m seeing you again.

I’ve known you all along, new friend,
you’ve come before, again. I tell such truths
to inhibit, and there, that hair that was black, again

You tell your life the same, new friend,
the one I know that’s old, will you hurt me again
new friend, just as when you were old.
I feel We are of a cycle, and everything that rises must converge, and let it rise again.
Joseph Hart
Written by
Joseph Hart  Virginia
(Virginia)   
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