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Jan 2018
It’s an idea
it’s a concept
it’s a tickle at a dream
its gone
slipped from your fingers
when you weren’t looking
you held it in your hands too long
neglecting to give it a place to grow
how was it ever to survive
with no home
no fuel
no care nor effort
best gone from your fingers
to find a better hand to slip through
Gale L Mccoy
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Gale L Mccoy  24/Non-binary/Ohio
(24/Non-binary/Ohio)   
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