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Feb 22
No line is clearly recognizable

Two sides to this mind; I know.

I am; am not the innocent, or to blame

We are taught what has been wrought

Our pixel washed minds; all have to be special

Pretend we decide; want to highlight struggles

Fight is all that comes from each needing to be seen as special.
Jack R Fehlmann
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Jack R Fehlmann  41/M/Colorado
(41/M/Colorado)   
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