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Mar 2012
fingers tapping on this worn out pad
dust collecting on the drooped shoulders
hair thinning on this skeleton shape of a head
eyes hollowing on the malnourished being
feet twitching on the cold wood floor
stomach growling on the count of boredom... not hunger
what have we become
monsters
zombies
un-known creatures
enslaved by this massive world
that fits in our hands
Zoe
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