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Oct 2020
when i was younger i was broken
in this brokenness i sat quietly
searching for the missing
P I E C E S
and as i seach the ground i find the piece of another
it belongs to you and as our hands meet
as we trade pieces of each other
i realize that i will only fully be collected
when i am built with our pieces
M I X E D
Melanie Jackson
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Melanie Jackson  20/F/corning ny
(20/F/corning ny)   
25
   Samantha
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