Poem 4
Tessa A.
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don't stare at me 
with half closed eyes

you twitch
only a meticulous observer 
would notice your
mind turning
off ......

you don't think about it
but that dosen't make it go away
you can't pretend with vacant eyes
that hold obvious lies

you open your mouth
but i won't listen
don't talk to me
with a half closed mind