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There was a man I swear I knew. 

His name a distant memory still burning my tongue. I remember him surrounded by laughter in its choking glee. My hands, on on each side of face pulling his focus while his eyes shifte every way but straight. 

He knows my name. Sings it softly every time and every time I am charmed. 

I saw him again, once, lastly. 

He’d lost his voice and the laughter was gone. 

The only way he’d look was down. 

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