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Oct 2015
Tell them you are okay
Tell them.
You look at withered flowers
you are not them
Tell them.
pull your shirt down over your head
and tie your shoelaces
walk out the doors of safety
drive through roads not meant for you
but tell them you like the noise
that it doesn't scare you
Tell them the days aren't useless
and fall asleep
knock at your skull
stretch out your eyes
wake up and brush your teeth
talk to the people
nice and clean
slip on your socks and shoes
no bare feet
and you will tell them
okay.
Raven
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Raven  F/Washington
(F/Washington)   
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