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Sep 2011
We don't want to eat
We don't want to sleep.
She doesn't want to speak
She doesn't want to exist.

We want to be empty
We want to stay awake.
He wants to be silent
He wants to disappear.

An unspoken agreement
two thoughts shared.
A touch of hands
the end of lives.
Sara Ackermann
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Sara Ackermann  23/F/New Richmond, Wisconsin
(23/F/New Richmond, Wisconsin)   
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