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Nov 2013
i sleep with my hands over my face
i won't see it
i can't see it
i won't touch it
i won't feel it

it is these times
when i feel it the most
it is these times
when i need it the least
it is these times
that i am nothing at all
Joe Satkowski
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Joe Satkowski  United States
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