Feral
Feral
What is your name?
Who are you?
The girl wanders the streets.
She is hungry,
she is cold,
she is alone.
What is your name?
Who are you?
The boy is lost in the city.
He is hungry,
he is cold,
he is all by himself.
The lost have no faces,
that the passersby can see.
They are just shadows against the wall,
too tall, too thin, too much trouble,
to bother with...
for now,
until the viewer sees
from their own eyes,
the images created...
by the passerby.
Now standing in the same place,
as those that came before,
before they all,
passed,
through the door,
of death.
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