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Feb 2017
Sinking
Sinking, in dreams.
Thinking, hoping you were here.
Like I'm in quicksand about to disappear.

For some reason I feel your presence.
And if you was truly near , you would be a great present.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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