Leaving the door I examine the memory of a stranger
Conclusions lead me to believe; my previous life was not my own
After all, age ten with the train, those days were when I was much older
Yet from the past I've lost what now makes them say "how tall you've grown"
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Author:
J M (Pseudonym) (
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