The Hollow ManAs the ice cold liquid swirled down his throat, The uncontrollable plague screaming in his head. Why won't this stop? Why won't this go away? Another and another he consumed into his frail body, The pain and torture he was enduring was so commanding, Again and again the posioness potion poured into the man, Sitting, waiting, observing for nothing. People passing him not even taking a glimpse at him, As his weary bones struggled out of the seat, He felt exhausted, drained. Smelling of fowl rum and whisky, The pain in his head now more vigorous. He lingered out of the bar,The Hollow Man
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sounds like someone put crystal meth in the kool-aid
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As snow falls on desert sky
Until the end of everything
Your work is great!
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