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Feb 2014
Stop acting like you
are happy, I can see
your face when the mask
melts, when you think they
can't, and the far off look
in your eyes tugs
in my gut, a rusty fishhook pulling
me back to the you
no one else can see.
January 23, 2014
edited and expanded February 16, 2014
RA
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