With yellowed nails that reek of sulphur,
with those deep shimmering heroin eyes,
with unsteady gait, and greying flesh,
he takes in three, quick breaths
and steps between the rails.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
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Comments1
This one is hard hitting. Short and so is life. It is cold and graphic,. Dark but not as dark as what is to come. And so it is with all of us. A fave
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