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Jul 2016
It leaves a place
Sore, and alone
On fingers
Remembered
The touch of a hand
And the pull of a needle

And I did feel it
But no more
Because
Because
One more time
Lead to death
The lonely death
Of the man in a crowd
Dead
From the pull of a needle
And the touch of a hand
William Lodge
Written by
William Lodge  Roslyn Pennsylvania
(Roslyn Pennsylvania)   
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