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My friend Jade can write the moon and stars. With her pen, I imagine she merely looks and sees she sees the beauty that comes with broken glass and the harshness that comes with love My friend Jade can make her words S I N G and her emotions can sting and she is stung my beautiful friend Jade who can write the sunset and capture it's beauty My friend Jade might be lonely Sometimes I can't tell her words strike like a bullseye while mine flip-flop along the page My friend Jade is the black butterfly captured in a glass jar she observes, she sees, she knows despite the walls around her paper heart My friend Jade writes about brok