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Dark hours pass into eternity, I can not die.
My skin rots in clumps of putrid... oozing... flesh, yet I linger.
God has forsaken me, as I have him.
You have escaped this desolate world now I see ALL IS for naught.
Your Name: James Inman
Date: 09/20/15
Contest: Four Lines
Four Lines Contest-1
Broken Wings
10/18/2015
Copyright © James Inman | Year Posted 2015
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