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Aug 2015
I stared at it;
the dead skunk on the road.
And I wondered to myself
                how it lived and how it died.
What it would have been to me;
                this animal, this thing.
                How the cold, silver lights must’ve shined on it,
possibly in the blackness.
Sam Stone Grenier
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Sam Stone Grenier  25/M/Wisconsin
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