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Nov 2012
Isolation kept me pure
                         in the paradise of innocence
until the pest came and brought the plague
                spread by connecting the gaps in my fingers with his.
I had adjusted to the cold long enough
                that the heat burned the skin

      right         between          my         knuckles.

He left with a lack of responsibility; I promised never to leave without my gloves again.

-S.Kelly Woz
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