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Jun 2016
One can feel okay
And at the same time
Feel trapped
Lost in the woods
Or up high in the clouds
Cumulonimbus demons
Pouring blood into the streets
Soaked up and dried out
Are you still okay?
A smile means many things
Happiness
Excitement
Agony
As long as you can lie.
It’s hard to understand
How it feels to drown
Drown in sadness because
We have different shoe sizes.
Kelly Weaver
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Kelly Weaver  18/norton, ma
(18/norton, ma)   
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