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Less Than Human
Less Than Human
Crash landed on this barren planet
Twenty seven forty three
Co-pilot killed on impact
And eaten eventually
There’s no food in the food hold
Incinerated by the heat
I’m trapped here in the cockpit
With the bones of Corporal Lee
Got out through the meteor shield
By use of a sharpened shin
That I made into a passable axe
By very careful ho...
Friday 25th November 2016 5:45 pm
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