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Aug 2013
when my home burned down
i can't say i learned much
only that old televisions warp themselves into ashtrays
and that mice love to **** in rolled up carpet

i took a screwdriver out of the toolbox, the closest one to the right
and i stabbed myself in the face with it
the deeper i dug the more i thought about nothing, really just no things
no me
flesh rips more easily than plastic wrap if you plunge your device in correctly

my dog is dead in the backyard we made a grave for him and now a tree grows over his corpse and every time i go over there i call his name and he never comes
Joe Satkowski
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Joe Satkowski  United States
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