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Apr 2014
The saddest part
is on the last days, when
you realize that your words
don’t come as easily, don’t flow
from you like pain, as
they did earlier. When you realize
you’ve seen so much
you’ve used up your quota
of surprise.
Monday, March 24, 2014
11:08 AM

Auschwitz, Poland

From my collection, Poems from Poland
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