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Aug 2013
one for the hallways
dim, dark
at night
with all the windows open but the curtains drawn
a bucket of stagnant rain water
and two gas station cigars

i always wondered
how the ******* lived like this and managed to get yourself home safely every night
but
for all i know, and for whatever that may be worth
you made it home
Joe Satkowski
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Joe Satkowski  United States
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