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My eyes burned.

My throat horse.

The image of his pale limp body,

forever in my mind.

Arms stained with white scars.

Still and dirty.

The image was rooted.

Poison didn't end in tragedy.

Destruction didnt take hold.

Living in the day after, 

and the days to come.

I wonder if his life would be easier,

if he had no life at all.

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syddddj5 said...
today at 8:39 am
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