The Bodies

The room is lined with bodies of tan and pale colors

Some of their skin is peeled and in others flesh is ripped

I look down at the floor but their is no blood only colors of black and blue

Some of them hang from poles while others stand still

Their age is a mystery, their torment is history, but their stories are here

And thought they are blind, they will see what I do and becomes something new

 

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