GlennPhillips
Thursday, May 3, 2007
silence
one day these bones will dry
then white and still
will sleep
one day this blood will still
then black with sleep
will dry
one day this hand will sleep
the pen then dry
will still
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Ann Shirley
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How are we of the same womb?
May 4, 2007 at 2:20 PM
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How are we of the same womb?
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