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Feb 2017
I found my heart today;
   buried underneath smoke
   & sorrows not meant
   for this world...

Edges sharp as razors,
   cold to the touch;
   ice would be warmer
   but I'm so ******* cold.
Jack Jenkins
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Jack Jenkins  30/M/Texas
(30/M/Texas)   
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