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Jul 13
its a point of forming
drops of water
carving
a channel
to this place i am
where i can see
beauty
in this broken shell
in the cracked
reflections
absent of color
and following
that water-cut channel
to the light above
well it may be past
my strength
but
maybe not
Jack Jenkins
Written by
Jack Jenkins  27/M/Washington State
(27/M/Washington State)   
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