Young eyes reflect a battle weary soul. They gaze from shadowed sockets, parchment skin stretched over skeletal visage. He holds her hand, her gnarled knuckles laced within his plump brown digits, as she rests her head upon his shoulder. Standing on the train, I wonder what afflicts her. Almost dead, she sits beside him. Trying [...]
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