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Sep 2017
The Earth is my friend
but she's not my mother.
Together we heal and work to mend.

I don't recognize the features of these
  people,
the way they think and react,
their need to destroy to create.

I'm not above,
I'm simply seperate.
A marble among a puzzle.

I stare at the stars
and sincerely feel
I was never meant to be here.
B Chapman
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B Chapman  30/F/Memphis
(30/F/Memphis)   
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       ---, Jamadhi Verse, Alana S, L, Eleanor Webster and 5 others
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