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Aug 2014
I am disabled, would you fire on me?
do you determine who you're protecting
by who you've done the most damage to?
I am harm free
And I am obsolete
Please don't consider the facts
we have no time for that

What makes me feel
away from safety
is you

This is something
that you'll never hear
It means so much to me
because it means nothing to you

Anti aging
is another form of death
no more wrinkles
and no more flesh

Throw all the old things
in the basement
and let us forget

Carry me down the stairs
I cannot walk
My body deserted me long ago

And in the
small wisps of wind
I whisper
for you'll grow deaf
faster than I can drown
Joe Satkowski
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Joe Satkowski  United States
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