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Jul 2018
I’m a refugee from the greatest part of me
I’m free range cattle that’s never truly free
I’m a poor scholar banned from the library
I’m the guide without a compass leading a company
I’m deaf but I heard all the things they said I’d be
I’m the one that didn’t vote but protested in the street
Yet even I realize there’s stranger things in reality
Slowly ******* perceived perfections....
Pauper of Prose
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Pauper of Prose  M/Maryland, America
(M/Maryland, America)   
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   emily Sarker
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