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February 2, 2013

This too will pass.
It could be the aftermath of acid
That things this familiar wave from afar.

But this spirit fell forward on weak legs
And it’s hardly ever the same.
A multitude man is the most inconsistent and I:
I will dispose of our memories.
You are no more but a memory to me.

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