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Friday, April 11, 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 - Day 11


FALLEN


Your razor slash of a mouth
leaks rumours… on whiskey breath…
that those lanky legs of yours
have run in their final race

Your one good eye… once silky,
now a murky marsh puddle…
fails to isolate the pain
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