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Dec 2016
7
"how are you?"
a question she often got
but never knew how to respond to,
lies like "great" or "just fine"
cracked her voice so much
you could see inside her
crumbling soul if you looked hard enough.
Written by
Marina Drab  Reno, NV
(Reno, NV)   
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   tumelo mogomotsi
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