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Sep 2013
protective eyewear and bonesaws
the sawing of marrow
somehow a familiar sound to my ears

grace me with your otherworldly presence
or get as far away as you can
as fast as possible
through no fault but your own
Joe Satkowski
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Joe Satkowski  United States
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