Pale skin
Dead hands
Crooked back
No breath
Open mouth
Eyes closed
Bald scalp
Cold jaw
Bruised palms
Bruised heart
Dark skin
Stiff jaw
Short height
Short life
Wounded finger
Doesn’t matter
Beautiful soul
Gone home
Dead Hands
Pale skin
Dead hands
Crooked back
No breath
Open mouth
Eyes closed
Bald scalp
Cold jaw
Bruised palms
Bruised heart
Dark skin
Stiff jaw
Short height
Short life
Wounded finger
Doesn’t matter
Beautiful soul
Gone home
Frank Solanki 
Very haunting. I love it
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This carries such a strong impact. Beautifully composed.
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Brilliantly written 🖤🖤
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Love this
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Strong and poignant!
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As my mother lay dying last Saturday, I thought of her “open mouth” as she took her last breaths. Her life, though, was 95 years long. Beautiful piece.
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Strong piece!
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