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Mar 2014
hair colored green and spiked up
crinkled shirt,dried blood stains his uniform
walks like a sloth passing of as a man.
stares at anyone that dares to meet his eyes,
t'was only last week he did the whole school in.
the kids speak in hushed tones around him.
this man beast,powered by a rage unexplained
sets out to ravage another school.
studying is for the weak
he plans to travel the world on the might of his fists.
ankit nayar
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ankit nayar  india
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