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A body lies in the dirt, and the vermin circle it until the flesh submits, and then it is no longer a man. He no longer thinks of the girl on the train or his mother's sadness. The rebellion has ended. He is only earth now, rotting.
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May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 6:22 PM UTC
A person dying
A body lies in the dirt, and the vermin circle it until the flesh submits, and then it is no longer a man. He no longer thinks of the girl on the train or his mother's sadness. The rebellion has ended. He is only earth now, rotting.
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May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 6:22 PM UTC
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