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Oct 2011
Massage the soft tissue between
my thumb and fore finger
to bring the feeling back.
My hands are half numb
from the way I got cuffed.

The sun was glaring up at me
from the pavement,
like a dog that didn't know it's master.
I just wanted to ask her
when I could go home,
and I meant it.

A barrage on the issue at
hand, my palms are hard
and scarred from the attack-
my hands went half numb
from the way I got ******.
Shashank Virkud
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Shashank Virkud  Tallahassee, FL
(Tallahassee, FL)   
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