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Nov 2014
Slowly we rewrite our past,
memories scrubbed clean as glass,
every day more clear than last.

Slowly we rewrite our past,
no more smudges taint what's pure,
now I'm sure... always sure.

Slowly we rewrite our past,
until it's as if we never cared at all.
Benjamin Woolley
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Benjamin Woolley  Phoenix
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