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Nov 2015
I sit here
Every morning
Waiting
For it
To come to me
I'm begging you
Please
Don't misinterpret my silence
For apathy
Or my stillness for weakness
But your clothes are the world
And my skin weighs enough on its own
Solomon Sverdlovski
Written by
Solomon Sverdlovski  Tennessee
(Tennessee)   
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