kenm.09646
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The Sale Blood creeps behind the counter through a crack in the floor To my hiding place It is not my blood but it could have been. If I was taller, blacker, different, shorter, paler, richer, poorer It would have still been my blood. But it isn't None... – *by Ken Mills*	63 Views added 1 year ago	Rating

Blood creeps behind the counter through a crack in the floor
To my hiding place
It is not my blood but it could have been.
If I was taller, blacker, different, shorter, paler, richer, poorer
It would have still been my blood.
But it isn't
None...

– by Ken Mills

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