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Poem About Nothing


Sirens outside bring

me here. If not for

the sirens I would

be elsewhere. I’d be

living my life in

some other way. My

armpit itches so

I scratch it. My tooth

aches so I tongue it.

My eyesight blurs in

the distance. If I

lean back I can’t see

what’s in front of me.


October 24, 2012 5:58 pm

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