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Apr 2014
It was the first time,
I'd ever gone on alone
just to see, to learn, to know
what's gone wrong
and what's missing
Oh, I ****** up
through and through
when at the edge of this world
I saw fog, rising from the oceans
puddles that burn
with smoke that makes one want
motivation in the wind
breathe it in, breathe it in.
Jack R Fehlmann
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Jack R Fehlmann  44/M/Colorado
(44/M/Colorado)   
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