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Feb 2021
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The stirring in my breast

An aching need

My first and only wish

A place of perfect bliss

Every waking moment

Dread from which comes faith

My muse in times of reflection

Always out of reach

Fuel feeding the fire before it's quenched

The beating of my heart at it's last

An impression to mould a dream upon

The unobtainable desire

All I waste my writing upon

The dungeon in which I am trapped

Never seeing my worth

A friend and nothing else

I am

Too weak to accept this.
Jack R Fehlmann
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Jack R Fehlmann  44/M/Colorado
(44/M/Colorado)   
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