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Sep 2013
every year is getting longer
every night is feeling colder and
biting at my bones
and eating at my sinuses

this house
i made it
from bricks and twigs and pieces of animals from the woods
so
then i knew i would
have a place to call home
Joe Satkowski
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Joe Satkowski  United States
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