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Feb 2016
This is my dissonance: I
live in a
sad place
in the shadow of my former
self

in a narrow world
with work and sleep and
not a single sunrise

in a small space with
rats in the attic
a never-made bed and the
ever-present realization:
I must leave or be
consumed.
God, let me use my pen to speak once again.
Daniel Samuelson
Written by
Daniel Samuelson  California
(California)   
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