boy, eighteenon an empty shore at the edge of the sea Boy Eighteen lies stiff in the sand.boy, eighteen
his dull gray eyes watch a vibrant blue sky where eighteen black birds dance around the sun.
forming an army of angry shadows, they have created a new ghost for our century.
dressed him in white and sent him up North to haunt midnight streets and crowded subways in hopes to become more than a mystery
while his body lies open propped up on a rock slowly turning to dust on a dry filthy beach
like a washed-up sailor who Alas! Finds Land. &n
This town is so imperfect.
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Who brings a Gun to a Knife fight?
...the Winner! duh.
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but it was really normal and just looked blue from the curtains.
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