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Mar 2021
And to think, I was close
So very near, the then keeper
Felt the whisp of momentary love
Lived the longed after too real
Witnessed what difference there becomes
Appreciated too little much too late
Learned to breathe facing the wind
Laughter sprinkling goofy grins
Engaged limited matters of patterns
Felt foolish to erase the moment
To have belief and have it stolen
Pulled out from beneath as sudden
Realized too my numbed expression
Almost Knew you until I didn't
Jack R Fehlmann
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Jack R Fehlmann  44/M/Colorado
(44/M/Colorado)   
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