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May 2016
Anyone walking by me
would probably size me up,
give a fleeting glance
over what I had spread out
on the table in front of me
and think to themselves
“Looks like his man is just
eating away his sorrows."
But sometimes, no matter
how much I fit in my stomach,
I still feel empty inside.
Written by
Harsh  Maryland
       Denel Kessler, Traveler, ---, Grace, Ja and 19 others
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