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Dec 2013
I hardly ever see people
I see people trying to be people
but they fail
hollow faces smile at other hollow faces
broken hands shaking broken hands
no cast to fix them,not hands as broken as these
people use one another and they call it love
I call it delusion
Love did not get us here
no my friend
it was merely the delusion that we cared
that put anger in my heart
and guilt in yours
if we truly cared
you would not have lied
and I would not have been so cruel
you were not real
and neither was I
we were existing around one another
but not with
we
were
deluded
but so are they, them ,all
and I pray for something real
Sofia Sunrise
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Sofia Sunrise  a place
(a place)   
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   J, N, Patricia Tsouros and Roshnai
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