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Nov 2013
A cold expression lay on his face as he stared at the wood lined walls
In it he saw a vast and barren wasteland
In it he saw the dead
He gazed so hard it was as if he saw through time
We lost him for nearly an hour
He turned with tear filled eyes and asked for another beer.
Written by
Lee W  35/Non-binary/Harrisburg, PA
(35/Non-binary/Harrisburg, PA)   
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