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Dec 2016
Meh
How can it feel numb and hurt so much.

How can it be nothing, yet break to touch.

When it stands up in early light like a flower

Yet crumbles like a dandelion, with such little power.

Is it weakness. It's not strength.

Well what can you do. At this length.

Write ****** poems and hope to be heard.

Does it matter. Who actually reads a ******* word.
Written by
Fiona Flavin  Hong.Kong
(Hong.Kong)   
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