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May 2016
How many times can I pull the wires from the wall?

The circuits. I never thought they could bleed.

But the corrosion that seeps reminds me that yes, yes they very much can stain everything it touches.

Why? Were wires crossed? Was there just tape there to keep it dry and together? Who knows what spark was caused, but it was ignored.

The smell of melted plastic and burning cables fills my head. It's a foul stench, but I can't move. Even if I could I'd still smell the smoldering remains.

Mainly, because I still have the wires ripped from the wall still in my hand like a wilted bouquet of flowers.
Zachary Patrick Hane
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Zachary Patrick Hane  Coastal NC
(Coastal NC)   
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