by Lorrie JonesBreitenbush, Oregon, April, 1999 In the prison of your own makingyou believe your skin is a barrierbetween the “others”… and youpretending their grief, their shame,their raw naked hopesare different from yourssomehow, separateTake heart and waste not one moment longer with these wrong thoughtsPeople are dying from the loneliness of held
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