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Jan 2014
all the times
we wrote letters
and held hands
while eating lunch
in the school cafeteria
all the many times
you said i was your friend
when i'd cry you'd comfort me
now you're not here
and there's no shoulder for my tears
and they fall freely
from my slanted eyes
and moisten my black hair
i'm crying and cannot stop
because you're not here
Violet
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Violet  inside an ocean of pain
(inside an ocean of pain)   
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