Memories of Tomorrow
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Complete Tue, Jan 5, 20219m
Forgot that he had used his last can of spray paint in the night
He was alone, drifting from his own memories
He grabbed his bag and left
He went to the one place that still felt like home
The one place he was still welcome
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