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Nov 2014
To be honest
I don't remember who I was back then
The only thing I have left of her
Is the scent of my innocence
Lingering through the alley ways
Of what had once been
Because remembering the old me
Means remembering old memories
And that's just too much for me to handle tonight
So I'll just roll up tight
Let Miss Mary take the edge off
And call it a night
                A. DeCoil
Wanderlust Dreams
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Wanderlust Dreams  Mt. Jackson, Va
(Mt. Jackson, Va)   
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