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An Apology

To what limits can the destitution drive you, then was my turn to experience the thrill and the peace of having you to just talk with.

The Kids Are Sleeping

I have been doing this, marching, since I am a kid. I used to go on my dad’s shoulders and march with him and my mum, as my sister was to small for all the crowd, was just us three.
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