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Mar 2019
When they come here
It's never for me.
I find myself lingering,
Hesitating,
And wondering why
But knowing it at the same time.
You have to open your heart
To invite people in
And for reasons even I cannot fathom,
My heart cannot be opened.
I must resign myself
To forever being
An outsider.
April Dean
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April Dean  FL
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