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Dec 2021
Cold floor; Dark room prison
So trying the mind can be.
Open door; yet I remain
Nearly motionless; a stone.
Bathed in shades of shadow.
Contemplating the right way
If I can be; If I am willing
Staring at the floor unfocused
Could the answer be beneath
Buried; Hidden
Safe?
Could Be...
Jack R Fehlmann
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Jack R Fehlmann  44/M/Colorado
(44/M/Colorado)   
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