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Nov 2016
And there is the sound I dread to hear:
    Losing the thing I never found.
Seeing love fade to ashes and pebbles,
    Swallowed by a cave, forlorn.
Oh! To never see another sunrise!
    To be at peace with myself.

All of my whimpering cries be ******,
    Turned to a glassy silence, fogged over...
Jack Jenkins
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Jack Jenkins  28/M/Washington State
(28/M/Washington State)   
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