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He returns from the shop
The thin man
Carrying a bag
Full of food
The thin plastic handle of the bag
Cuts his fingers
Leaving red marks
That fade
His wife sits
In the bed she has spent most of her life in
Bloated
Obscene
Spilling out of her purposely undersized clothes
Covered in sores and weeping flesh
Weeping eyes
He passes her a carton of cream
‘D...
Monday 29th June 2015 4:58 pm
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