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Jan 2014
i am an orphan
until my organs function and my heart beats and my hands move correctly
i am surely made of glass, and through no fault or choosing of my own
have been abandoned by my own flesh and crumbling bones

i am a surrogate for someone else
i was never here
Joe Satkowski
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Joe Satkowski  United States
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