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Jen


Yes , the words were all typed out .

They made a lot of sense .

It was believable , conceivable.

The internet went down . 

Words were lost, feelings scrambled.

There was nothing left when it came back in range.

Are things that precarious?

They can get that way .

Thats what they say .

Its right in all the ways that matter.

Im not going with the obvious rhyme.

Not gonna put one of my trigger words.

Not prudent . 

Dear Prudence ....

The rope is stretched.

I’m not going out that way....

Eff , Chris and Chester .... Their beauty is not matchable.

You know what I mean .

There is no hell for those lost , even though we carry the cost.

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