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Dear Memory

Dear Memory I saw a thorn I liked Yes a thorn , I know right It's not an ideal thing to look for It caught my attention Atleast I know it's that real It can't get any worse It's a thorn after all I stopped admiring flowers They don't excite me no more Dear Memory I'm walking a new path.

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