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I pretend they didnt hate each other, and that we could co-ex
ist
I feel the 'srrange golden eyes' hunting in the woods neer me.
I touch the shimmering skin like dimonds in the sunlight
I worry about my parents woried facade as they have their silent conv
ersations.
I cry about the prejudice they feel towards one another
I am a gifted girl who watches silently