I Bleed Words Sometimes

Death & Life

What is a man

without the realization

that death lingers near?

 

He is the empty street.

He is that broken glass.

He is the last chance we’ll never have.

 

He is the living dead.

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My 25th Contribution to NaPoWriMo

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