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Sleeping in the city that doesn’t.
Crying though I know that I mustn’t.
Surrounded by people I love.
I should be flying high, like a dove.
Instead, I’m begging the tears to end,
fighting to hide them from my best friend.
They laugh, smile, and have a good time.
I won’t ruin that with this misery of mine.
Now I’ve got to go back to them.
I pray my mask hasn’t worn too thin.
8.23.98

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