Fraying straps that secured his crumpled pack,
a dented bottle bleeding from the brim,
tan lines tattooed across his sweat soaked back,
the matted beard that used to define him.
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The knapsack stuffed with the relics of life live hard. A creative write filled with images to fuel the mind. Well done. PEACE