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Dec 2016
"Baby, it's cold outside. I don't want you to go out.
Stay here with me, cuddled by the fireplace.
Encased in this red, fuzzy blanket."
I wanted to tell you that night.
Instead I simply said to you:
"Goodnight, my love. Be safe."
And you drove off into the sunset
And I never saw you again...
Written 29 February 2016
Jack Jenkins
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Jack Jenkins  28/M/Washington State
(28/M/Washington State)   
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   Elizabeth J and Mark Tilford
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