Schizophrenic Women

A Poem by Christine

No one talks to Jane or Erin;

Jane used to be an artist.

Erin knows about fine furs.

They just happen to think the government is out to get us

I almost believe them.

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Added on November 7, 2013
Last Updated on November 7, 2013

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