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Jan 2019
I felt the sky drop from above.
Crushing the hopes I held inside.
Your eyes avoiding meeting mine.
With silence screaming, words can hide.
How cruel the silence
I must confess.
A dead man from his grave so would attest.
Yet worse than this I’ve come to know.
Hearing your speak of my net worth.
Jorge Rangel
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Jorge Rangel  M/USA
(M/USA)   
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