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Feb 2020
The way I feel,
I put it in words.
Promised to set me free,
They were just hunting demons.
I weep in my sleep,
Even when I am walking free.
I weep in your presence.
But you say,
"I love your smile" instead.
Not baffled by your judgments,
I cry no tears with my eyes.
If you could peek inside my soul,
Wholeheartedly you would drench inside.
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   Mark S
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