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Aug 2016
The low-key spookiness
in the disembodied wail
of the injured 8 stories below.
I, asleep, content, objective,
lie cozy in my sheets,
seek to find compassion,
but fail and back to sleep I fleet.
The tremendous thunder
crash of metal
halting all my dreams.
A feeling irretrievable,
A lack to feel, it seems.
Deanna M Zarrillo
Written by
Deanna M Zarrillo  Stony Brook, NY
(Stony Brook, NY)   
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