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Jan 2015
Rotting flesh
Walking death
And for every soul I’ve saved
I save myself
Every heart beat
That doesn’t break
Shines a light
To a better place

And the grey
Becomes warm
While the rot
Begins to reform
And light pierces the storm

Till, I am no longer
A zombie superhero
And I find my way back
To my humane form
Graff1980
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Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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