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June 22, 2019November 15, 2023

Bittersweet tears falling,

No one but me to see,

Gone are the summer days of youth,

Alive but in memory.

Posted in: Poetry | Tagged: Camp Fire, Miscellaneous Forms, sadness, youth

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