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The Hangman
Darkness, the hands are looking for the guts,
lungs,
nose
and eyes.
Closed eyes, hands look out for a voice.
Man dies.
The head is spinning on the floor,
in a dead beat.
But it is,
inert.
Style / type:
Structured: Eastern
Review Request (Intensity):
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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How was my language use?
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Editing stage:
Content level:
Not Explicit Content
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