Poetry
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Tuol Sleng
Your screams are in the walls
Lightly, I run my fingers upon them
And feel the texture of your fear
The sharpness of your pain
- keening.
Yo...
18 hours ago
Or at least it is between the months of August through to May. The rest of the time I may feel able to write about something other than a not especially successful football team.
4 comments:
I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about! LOL!
It doesn't look much like anyone's idea of Manhattan does it Jay? :-)
Would thou be-est in Central Park by any chance?! It can be remarkably quiet there.
Amazingly so isn't it Lisa?! I was stunned by it.
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