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Your sense of humor
Has me roaring with laughter
But your funny side
Comes from a place of great pain
An outlet that keeps you sane.
Promises you made.
Maybe not written in stone.
But signed just the same.
Some use loud voices.
With opinions and the like.
I don't like that much.
Opinions should be subtle.
Little softer to the touch.
Could be months or years
We all grieve differently
No right or wrong way
I am like a shipwreck
Abandoned and left to time,
no one comes to claim.
To
You have lied to me.
Twisted and turned the truth.
I can bend no more.
Skin color should not matter.
It's a superficial thing.
I was taught you peel an orange
to get to the sweetest part.
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