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Jul 2014
Sometimes I think
it would be so nice
to be a
Ghost.

Because then when I stand
to the side of a group
uninvolved
untalking

It will be normal.

Because what can a ghost do
except for watch others interact?

But now
I am flesh
that hides from other flesh
that avoids social interactions
that whispers
                     when she wants to scream.
Deanna
Written by
Deanna  Cambridge, MA
(Cambridge, MA)   
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   Gigi Tiji and Jenni
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