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The friends from my youthI will one day forgetwhen I reach the final stretchthe friends for whom I weptwill be no more than a sketchfaint and foggy in my head. Should I let them go before I ageand relegate those bitter memoriesto the funeral pyre of past regretsand silly, secondhand mistakesthat I still rue toContinue reading “Friends of the Past”