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Sep 2012
No one sleeps tonight.
Women on couches, prolonging the dead night.
Cigarettes and black swallowed skies.
Little burning spots visible from every dead desert.

I wear that tie around my wrist because I know it keeps me safe.
But I'm not sure if it works the same way in HELL.

You will come alive with the timely birth of the earth.
Samantha Lee Vetrano
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