Man Down

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I’ve been mistaken for a whore and crack fiend looking for his next score

teeth chattering, skin crawling

like a snake over barbed wire

torn to shreds my heart in her hands

still bleeding a river of sorrow

that never runs dry.

The sun evaporated my tears for an offering

to all the brokenhearted men.

I am made an example for all to see;

laid bare my bones

bleached under the elements,

so pure, like the first snow.

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