Poetry · Writing

324 on the dot;

i remember

what time it was

when everything changed

i remember,

i remember it i remember

it

like it was yesterday

i wonder what

would be different

i feel poorly

for the soul

that does

he missed out

on something great

something unique

something

you’ll always remember

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