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a walk amongst memories
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a walk amongst memories |
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Michael G Senior Member
since 2000-06-25
Posts 579Nashville |
the sun falls upon the only skin left open to an outside strange world of death while I walk through stranded blocks of sand colored houses and streets. it all looks the same blending into the sky and ground the only change is the faces some tanned like leather hide. blood is not crimson when it flows from the body thats been torn apart by the anger from thousands of eyes. the foul blend of brown seeping into the dirt under your boots staring at eyes that once held life as you wake in you bed alone to the world. |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
interesting write...like the first few lines best |
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