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Tattered

A ragged, faded shirt hangs hopelessly upon the bruised and tattered skin. The scruffy looking jacket hides an emotional tornado twisting within. Torn jeans reject a patch's tender repair, as knobby knees quickly wear them out. Worn out shoes quietly trip over the endless rocks of self doubt. Many proud and foolish colors are humbled, when the conceited dyes ebb away. These tattered strips of frail human fabrics show how far society has gone astray. As simple seams rip with violent passion, wisps of wailing winds haunt mankind's ears. These tattered and battered human souls barely survive in a world blind to human tears.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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