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Nov 2013
All these words,
every one place with purpose,
patterned upon a need,
a want, some way in which to serve
to supplement or contain,
to hold, both within,
without.
owned by losing all that is,
will be, has come
or once was is gone
another demonstration of loss
like she is,..Β Β gone...
I have not, still, not...
but breathing,
lost in thought.
Jack R Fehlmann
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Jack R Fehlmann  44/M/Colorado
(44/M/Colorado)   
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