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Sep 2021
Hello purple hue

Pouring out of the lonely folk

Inside where the blue and bright

can be denied by a drawn curtain

or a closed blind, locked inside

safe from view.  Hidden.

Miserable.  How are you?

Why so blue?  Red just left?

That explains it.  

I guess than, it is still better than

this opaque grey-wash that I feel.

Now if you would kindly please,

be off of my window sill, as the first rays

coming and I need to close these blinds

before they do.  Safe, and tucked away

again, by myself.  miserable.

it was nice seeing you.
Jack R Fehlmann
Written by
Jack R Fehlmann  44/M/Colorado
(44/M/Colorado)   
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