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His arms hang down by his ankles,
but it's hardly noticeable,
because his palms are so blue.
His eyes sting, and
despite the harsh scent of bleach,
his breath is nothing but a
whimper.
but it's hardly noticeable,
because his palms are so blue.
His eyes sting, and
despite the harsh scent of bleach,
his breath is nothing but a
whimper.
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an image that floated into my mind,
and as I sat there, on the cold leather of my couch...
I thought,
what a sad, sad man.
and as I sat there, on the cold leather of my couch...
I thought,
what a sad, sad man.
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Wow... I don't know what you're seeing, but I do... interesting...
*makes notes on her psyche*
*makes notes on her psyche*