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Oct 2013
my fingers have blistered as i can no longer harness the sun
warmth is foreign and intrusive
warmth serves to damage and even sometimes destroy

fill my tear ducts with sulfuric acid
monetize my emotions
bury me in a mass grave
dug for no one but myself
Joe Satkowski
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Joe Satkowski  United States
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