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Archive for September 1st, 2011

Dying man

He was bit, cursed, spat on, slapped. A man of pitiful existence, an abused shell. His anger built, his rage pressed, But like a dying man, he smiled and wondered, Why the anger and rage, my happy days are numbered. With a breath and a sigh, he waited for joy to be manifested. His was [...]

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