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Image by Ari Spada


He hung from ropes that couldn’t bear
the weight of his own body.
pulled by wind
to the rhythm of cruel pity.
No tear was shed,
no sigh let out.
He was framed in decayed beauty.
The noose he choked on
pulled his breath
starved his lungs
bled his guilt.
Eyes stared at ungodly sights.
Spectators. Watchers.
Curios minds.
In need of peculiarity.

Sentence: Project
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