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Jul 2016
Just feeling a bit empty,
Lacking,
Whatever you can call it.

Somber music echoes around me,
Caressing,
Scratches on the record album.

Dim fireplace reveals my misery,
Languish,
Tears pool at my feet.

Heart is turning to stone,
Such cold stone.
Could anyone possibly save me?
Jack Jenkins
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Jack Jenkins  28/M/Washington State
(28/M/Washington State)   
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