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Aug 2019
Stones

Away from me my fellow please
Awake through the channel unfold
their lives the bricks and stones
somedays are being left all by their own
stayed a long way from home
the dine and the fig
always looking out for you
pajamas frozen
distant cousins
stones will play
inside her head
the way she slept
then made her bed
falling stones
Mario William Vitale
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Mario William Vitale  48/M/Wolcott, Ct
(48/M/Wolcott, Ct)   
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