<center><h6> <em>“You see I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad things that happened to me.” F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby</em></h6></center>

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<center>We long for connection
Battling against the time
Showing our affection
In words that do not always rhyme
But won't our constant tootle;
Yield to be simply futile?
Our souls will never touch,
Certainly we know that much</center>


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