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Aug 2015
Black and white stills of a  moving picture
Held by a shadow less shadow who resembles my essence.

This shadow is lost of color, lost of a *******

Frozen into a mental hell he is
Burning questions with unreachable, bittersweet answers, nearby

Shall he ever know the truth of his heart's bleeding façade?
Or will this unwelcomed depression, become his dictator?
George Jones III
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George Jones III  Arizona
(Arizona)   
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   Glass and Arlo Disarray
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