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Oct 2017
people in a park that I don't even know,
if he's not a working man,
where will he go?
I see her cup of latte,
steam in the air,
how can I feel the sadness,
if I wasn't even there?
A little boy is running fast,
as if without a care,
how in the world did she do that to her hair?
A too late, fall ice cream,
dripping from the sky,
how can I dare to smile,
when I just want to cry?
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Olivia A Keaton
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Olivia A Keaton  16/F/West Virginia
(16/F/West Virginia)   
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