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Nov 2016
With every thought,
You come to mind.
With every whisper,
Your name seems to be shapen.
I cannot run away from these thoughts of you,
And I would not wish to.
No matter how hard I concentrate on other matters
All I can think of is you.
I am captured by you,
A captive in my own mind.
And yet,
Freedom is not what I ask for.
AnnaMarie Jenema
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AnnaMarie Jenema  F/USA
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   Doug Potter
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