A Man

by Ciao Bella   Nov 22, 2007


His face was as pale as the white snow
His eyes were shut
But still loose enough to be easily called open
His cheeks has lost their rosy colour some time ago
The creases on his forehead were smoothed out and relaxed
His breath was cool and light
His lips were soft light pink you could even say they were white
He had lost all his hair from radiation
His head was bald and dull
Even though he was still alive
From his appearance you would think he had died some time ago

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