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Nov 2014
Akin to a swirling mist
I swear standing just like this

I never believed him
Until I saw one of them

They hover just outta sight
Something I thought I'd never see
This guys been up too many nights
Then it happened to me

Late one night
As I lay awake
I saw her there

She was doing dishes
I couldn't help but stare

In a blink she was gone
Evaporated into thin air
I had been wrong
I began to despair

They only pop in
Harbingers of excess
Once you're off the deep end

This must not happen
I must get away
I sat shaken
I had thought I could play
Jonathan B Wilson
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Jonathan B Wilson  29/M/765, IN
(29/M/765, IN)   
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