Buried Alive

Soup kitchens, holed shoes, torned pocket Shared bed, stenched wall, damped floor City siren, whispering ally, neon glare Brown bag, trembling hand, goosed skin Silked lined crombie, blackened nails, matted hair Stray dog, molded bread, scavanged bin Lost lust, torn soul, wretched hope
Dedicated to "Boxcar Brian"
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Palmer Avatar
September 7, 2012 at 9:03 AM
poor soul Boxcar Brian,we have people like these in my country too,great write Gerald
Wright Avatar
September 3, 2012 at 6:26 PM
Nice descriptions...I have been there before.
Tams The Golden Girl Avatar
September 3, 2012 at 12:47 AM
Interesting write and I love the ways it flowed xx
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