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Oct 2013
do not speak
words that, when stripped of
all emotion
when picked apart at the ribs
when uncovered from their hiding place under white
sheets, spun from the finest silk
are merely
                    vacant
because I do not think I can stand
to collect any more of these
                   vacancies
cradled within my
trembling arms
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   Nat Lipstadt, --- and ---
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