OBJECT: RELATIONS hours on weeks of dim ceiling light strips through blind man's voice gentle mature kind accepting but not grasping all & I cannot see your face & I am not held though reduced to lonely pained infancy in a little room on my back in silence you tell me I need years of this & with righteous tears I leave you having learned to walk out doors to get away from a place of care where no one's wholly there                                      c2001 EOS

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