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Not Today…

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What stays with you forever
Will never live a day

The footsteps treaded over and over
The kiss that gave you away

The backlog of memories
That will never come out to play

Just banging and crashing on the ice rink
Making fools of us all

◄ They shoot poets, don’t they? (For the poet Abdullah Atefi killed by the Taliban, and those left in fear)

Wayward ►

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