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May 2019
they think were deaf
they stare
they point
they laugh
they think we don't know who they speak of
they speak
there rude
they act as if were nothing
why ? you may ask
were dramatic
were crazy
we love recklessly
but we hear
we know
thus the reason
our pillows are soaked
with tears and the warmth
of a broken dream
Melanie Jackson
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Melanie Jackson  17/F/corning ny
(17/F/corning ny)   
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