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Sep 2019
We speak of happy moments
And then we suddenly weep.
We speak of sorrowful nights
And then we give a sigh

We think of forgotten days
And then bring a look of dismay
We put up broken pieces
And then paint our face of grimace

Not a second that our emotions flatter
As if to make us feel a little bit lighter
It is there to remind us were human
And not just some blank mistaken plan

We express it with water from eyes
A liquid we only know what lies
It helps us ease all the burden
These tears became the words unspoken.
Written by
RJ Arcamo
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     Haley Buckholt, Hawa and Salmabanu Hatim
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