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I have no family now except for the one I've created in my imagination colored it in with all sixty-four crayolas cinematography and score-scripted sound by Love Unlimited Orchestra make believe and you might believe in your illusions I've deluded myself all my life the family I've wanted has eluded me have I been covering up a mountain of untruth under a pile of pretty rocks all that sparkling causes me momentary blindness and later on I feel the need to wear dark glasses sometimes on even on the cloudiest of days glasses are for keeping the sun out of my eyes there is no sun in my truth so I go undercover and I keep my Ray Bans handy ***** 1:25PM PST MAY 2, 2017 DATE/TIME STAMPED LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM/WORK BY THIS AUTHOR MELISSA A HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE: MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD WRITTEN EARLIER BUT EDITED AS I WROTE DIRECTLY TO THE PAGE. re-edited 2:23pm PST May 4 2017 Vote for this poem
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