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Mar 2020
an incessant itch
in my brain

it can smell
it can taste
it can touch

it sends signals
down my spine

extends itself
everywhere

it is looking for
something but

it can’t tell me what

it has a voice but
it has no words

it just grows and
takes over

everything until
it is satiated

but I don’t know
what it wants

so I try everything
John Destalo
Written by
John Destalo  55/M/Harrisburg, PA
(55/M/Harrisburg, PA)   
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