yesterday I had the morbid urge to take a picture of a toe.
the skin surrounding the nail was pink as a baby's toe
though the size was not of a baby's,
it was of a man's
a man that didn't walk
though he lived on the streets
the nail though seemed to had been around
it was as long and twisted as time
with layers of the color of timethough it wasn't mine to stare at it
i am guilty of staring at it in my mind
i am guilty of staring at it in my mind
i am guilty of seeing something worth of words
i am guilty for seeing the mere toe
...and walk away.
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