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Oct 2010
My feet are numb

they are cold.

My thin fingers burn

from harsh wind

from no cover.

My teeth clatter

clack
clack
clacking

quick and repetitive

against each other

with a VIOLENCE

that makes them shatter

-weakened-

by years of sleepless nights spend

grindingthemtogether.

Standing aloof

apart    from      everyone    and    everything    

alon­e.
Kimberly C Brown
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Kimberly C Brown
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