The Dying Slave
Slumped in his nakedness,
His loose...left hand,
Runs its shaky fingers through his hair.
With his eyes closed,
His subordinate dreams
Are shackled across his chest,
As he struggles with his toiled reality.
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Inspired by the Dying Slave
By Michelangelo
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