is full of unexpected potholes.
Every word of what he writes is true - except that I did NOT flirt with the mechanic. Definitely NOT.
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
2 comments:
I have left a pleasant comment after Reidski's recent post. It should calm him down. Did you get a photo of the roundtable breakfast in Ludlow? Sounds so nicely sociable - swapping tales with fellow B&B guests while stabbing sausages with one's fork. I guess Reidski might say Fork Off!
It was his idea of hell YP!
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