Eyes closed | 1 |
his face pressed on cold steel | 2 |
the metallic greasy taste in | 3 |
his mouth | 4 |
split lips | 5 |
dry swollen tongue | 6 |
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flicker | 7 |
eyes squeeze tighter | 8 |
closed | 9 |
flourescent bulbs, | 10 |
clean, sterile | 11 |
antiseptic light | 12 |
hammer down on him | 13 |
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his face shifts | 14 |
and hits the gritty brick wall | 15 |
a cracked groan escapes | 16 |
as blood wells on his teeth | 17 |
bruised, yellow, black, blue | 18 |
a multi-coloured punch bag | 19 |
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dirt, and dried muck | 20 |
adorn his clothes | 21 |
and skin | 22 |
and he rolls onto his stomach | 23 |
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throbing, pulsating head | 24 |
destroy all train of thought | 25 |
as once again | 26 |
he licks his lips with a parched tongue | 27 |
and dreams a dream | 28 |
of a new world | 29 |
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