Wooden It Be Better If…

His roughly hewn countenance complimented his sandpapery voice, but it belied how hollow he felt inside. It came from too many years of going against the grain and being cut down because of it. Now, after years of rotting on skid row, the frass of his mistakes followed him everywhere and he longed for an eternal nap in the humus to escape those that pecked and chewed at him.

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