The lost one

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There is something amiss something I must have missed a thought pondered and wondered upon disentigrated and evaporated into hot air in one ear and out of the other from existance to non-existance the likes of which will remain unknown and continue to blow and flow an abstract entity who's faint memory stands to pester me to say the least , it is like a life not given the chance to live miscarried thought metamorphed into a nameless jumble of words to be fumbled over in a vain attempt to grab hold of it as it slips through your fingers into the abyss of a dormant closed mind.

I wrote this a month or so ago after losing an important thought while conversing with a good friend of mine.

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