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Apr 2016
The words formed in my mind's eye,
One aligning with another in perfect fluidity.
A perfect poem stretching across emotional valleys,
Bridging the ravines of separated feelings and thoughts.

Washing through my head as water through fabric.
Forever lost, forever gone, is this ghost poem.
I was too late in writing it all down,
Only a shadow in my mind is left.
Jack Jenkins
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Jack Jenkins  28/M/Washington State
(28/M/Washington State)   
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