The butcher

You cannot tell and you cannot see but hidden in this dark dungeon of a sprawling market in Ipoh is this little butcher shop.

You cannot see but this butcher has one of the saddest, most weathered looking faces that the dieheart romantic has ever seen.

You cannot tell how many customers came by his stall that day to rid him of his very modest stock of pork.

Even though the dieheart romantic was there in that stuffy and pungent caverned basement, he still cannot see nor tell you more than this.

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(posted by the dieheart romantic)