I Was Once You


Unkempt and malodorous dirt encrusted orange, nicotine stained fingers eyes meet on the sideways glance judgments palpable do I scare you? Shielding your child you scurry by your words puncture the frigid air “don’t stare!” My appearance parallels ‘The Fisher King’ and, I too, have a mad and magical story. Once upon a time I …

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