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Aug 2015
Little needles
they pop in and out
to jab me the spine
oh so often do they appear
they have no will
no particular intent
certainly not one
I can control
so just deal
is what I must do
somehow
maybe thicker clothes.
mikecccc
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   --- and Cecil Miller
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