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Dawn Whispers of White Walls

October 24, 2015
By bestthingsinceslicedcats BRONZE, Sacramento, California
bestthingsinceslicedcats BRONZE, Sacramento, California
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These walls tell me stories of men at sea,

With wisping beards,

And the smell of fish envelopes them.

Going in through their nose to their brain,

To make them think of dinners their wives used to make,

On the driftwood tables,

The wives with flowered aprons,

Cooked the fishermen dishes.

And these men miss them desperately,

They'll soon tear their skin from their bodies,

With blades and fingernails,

To meet their wives in hell,

Where they servd the devil fish,

From the cerulean sea. 

Tortured and skinless.



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