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When I was young,
my edges raw,
my feelings open,
my thoughts my own
Now that I'm old,
those edges scarred,
those feelings transient
-those thoughts my own
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
‘Watching The Documentary, ‘Sir George Martin'
my edges raw,
my feelings open,
my thoughts my own
Now that I'm old,
those edges scarred,
those feelings transient
-those thoughts my own
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
‘Watching The Documentary, ‘Sir George Martin'
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