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Jan 2018
We
....What are we?

His head tilts slightly
Feet stop where they are
I ask again lightly

What are we?....

He lets out no confession
To the floor his eyes drop
Once again I question

..What are we?..

His response comes slow
Eyes meet mine
"I don't know."
he was actually smiling and grabbing my hand but it felt like this when he said it
mjad
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mjad  22/F/USA
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