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Image credits: str4y@DeviantArt

His raspy voice
beckoned me to turn
– to get a fleeting glimpse –
of the dead smile
that uncouthly flaunted
his broken incisor

His void eyes
stole my attention
– made me wince –
at the ashen skin
that gaily hung
from his sallow face

His limp gait
made me follow him
– down the deserted alley –
with eerieΒ streetlights
that proudly emboldened
his gaping sore

And yet somehow,

His gaunt fingers
held my breath
– between the tuned strings –
of his greying guitar
that completed a scrawny image
of his receding silhouette…

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