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Mar 2017
You are
What the world
Sees you as.

Your posture is poor
Neck stooped,
With shoulders hunched.

You are too morose
To see the world
Explode in color behind you

You could be a prince,
Donned in pastel garments,
Yet, you see yourself as a peasant.

Filthy,
Lowly,
And especially lonely.
Andrew Kelly
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Andrew Kelly  23/M/Philadelphia
(23/M/Philadelphia)   
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