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Dec 2013
you might exist finitely
but not here
and not now

here you will live in forever
in pieces of porcelain i will
hang your pieces from the trees

and listen to the wind at night
like a screaming child at three in the mornoing
Joe Satkowski
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Joe Satkowski  United States
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