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Apr 2014
I see my cowardice staring back at me.
"You're gonna back out. You always do.) he says.
Not this time and with that he begins to fade.
I can't help but wonder if he's really gone.
Or if I just can't hear him any more.
I guess we'll see.
Jake
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   Dominique U, Mary R Short and ---
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