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I don't remember the first time I met you. Only old ripped up pictures that I may or may not be in 'cause babies all look alike after a while. I remember the second time I met you. Your old apartment dulled by a haze of cigarette smoke and your nose shone red and fat like a clown's. I remember the third time I met you. You sat adorned with flowers as a man stood and sang your praises and a woman walked plainly behind the procession.
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Oct 5, 2021
Oct 5, 2021 at 7:01 PM UTC
Family Stranger
I don't remember the first time I met you. Only old ripped up pictures that I may or may not be in 'cause babies all look alike after a while. I remember the second time I met you. Your old apartment dulled by a haze of cigarette smoke and your nose shone red and fat like a clown's. I remember the third time I met you. You sat adorned with flowers as a man stood and sang your praises and a woman walked plainly behind the procession.
I wonder if my granddad ever wondered about me too
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21/M/London
Oct 5, 2021
Oct 5, 2021 at 7:01 PM UTC
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