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May 2020
the soundless, falling,  opaque rain
Adds through it's subtraction,
Facing away, when skeletons are out
I chase, to save though you play
Having had, tasted the forbidden
In and of the real form of you, of once
Beneath a front of love, white lies,
Not so little as the fixed smile
Not so honest as the bones of you
Jack R Fehlmann
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Jack R Fehlmann  44/M/Colorado
(44/M/Colorado)   
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