Rusty Fingers
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Complete Fri, Mar 24, 2017<5 mins
Rust of red
Fingers of bone
Crack and stretch
'Till white flesh shone
A mind of clay
Once hard made soft
Lungs full of dust
Exhaled and coughed
Temporary life
A corpse with breath
To write once more
Then return to death
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