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Sep 2018
when they look at me
i imagine i can read the script that scrolls behind their eyes.

it tells tales of devastating devotion
and a love that's close to madness.

they turn away from me
and i am left to suffer the rewrite of their blank indifference.
JR Weiss
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JR Weiss  Whittier, CA
(Whittier, CA)   
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