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Jan 2018
I know
wherever I go
a storm brews
so like my morning coffee
I brew it
dark, dark, dark

I take pride
in this night vision
until daylight comes
and my eyes
swell with tears

for I know
there is
something wrong
in the truth

that my eyes
must adjust at all
Jacqueline Sullivan
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Jacqueline Sullivan  28/F/Massachusetts
(28/F/Massachusetts)   
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