clinging to the past
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May we return.
May we return to the days of old
With warriors hearts and spirits bold
Lonely hearts abounded and bred contentment in the finer things
Pardon me if I regret this
Father, these are my confessions
I'm selfish, reckless, and restless
Pleas fall on deaf ears from friends that once were mine
I suppose that's just how time flies
tribute to my dear friend/poet maria aponte-poem inspires me to be greater
how sadly
we desperately are clinging on to the past
times and places
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