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Apr 2015
Blank Blood
As I walk
On tip-toeing curbs
All their faces are blank.
They are us-- but our feet are
Mangled, bleeding serenity.
To those with hands too large for lifting.
L T Winter
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L T Winter  M/United Kingdom
(M/United Kingdom)   
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