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His Purpose
a brave soul
a silent silhouette
a gross tool his only companion
he waits at mid-day
the sun piercing through
the puzzled and fragmented ceiling of the world
the damp, dank air
murky water
a fly buzzes to the trumpeting
explosions in the distance
he stands ALONE.
a silent silhouette
a gross tool his only companion
he waits at mid-day
the sun piercing through
the puzzled and fragmented ceiling of the world
the damp, dank air
murky water
a fly buzzes to the trumpeting
explosions in the distance
he stands ALONE.
Published 14th Mar 2012
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Anonymous
14th Mar 2012 1:34am
Simple and mesmerizing at the same time! Bravo! :)
