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Living dead in America

Making my way in a world that tells me not to.

April 5, 2010

The Edited Version

His hands
so pale. Nicks and scabs
only reflections of red under
skin.
like
blood
died
in his face. Under
enormous black
grey beard,
skinny, wiry body
back hunched. Let me tell
how
this way, with
wild eyes
skinny.
Posted by cardboardjesus at 1:38 AM

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