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Aug 2013
Love-shaped in the
forest womb
I kept my eyes on
You.

I’ve spent so long
proving myself but
it turns out
you can’t earn
sainthood
after all;

to be alone
in the dark
is to be
yourself.
gesine
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   Joe Satkowski
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