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May 2014
We skate
as we smoke
to bruise ourselves,
as we look for photographs
of people long gone,
as we dial old and forbidden
telephone numbers.

To sigh
and choke
and despair
and know we belong
to the painful beauty
of the world.
Jorge Sosa
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Jorge Sosa
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