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goddamn how i miss the late 70s
Lawrence George
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July 14, 2020
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Forgotten faces
Sheela Mamidenna
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June 29, 2021
Of all the forgotten faces let me be one. Like the wind felt but unseen. Like the dot that never grew beyond any dimension. An epiphany of voice, thoughts and feelings. A regurgitation of moments that never stilled.
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