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Apr 2014
i am empty
i am empty
i am nothing
air in a jar
an empty bottle of wine
a hungry man
a poor fool

but i am something
i can move
i can walk
i can touch
i can speak

speak of nothing
worth anything
to save myself
from something
to save myself
walking away
from everything

where i have put all my air in
in the jar

of nothing
John Seurat Wendell
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John Seurat Wendell
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