He wore his skin like he wore a stained shirt.
At the end of the day when got home, he peeled himself off and tried to scrub away all the things that could ruin a man.
But each morning fresh stains appeared.
Maybe it was just easier to keep washing until there was nothing left.
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DiversosThis is a small and selective collection of wonderful sentences that I feel stand beautifully on there own. Also short poems, or anything that pops into my head, really. Also featuring works of my favorite authors. I feel the world gives us a lot to...
