They want to murder us, silence us, divide and conquer us. As we lead, as we die, let these words decide...
Thursday, July 22, 2010
First Day From Prison
A boy without a soul. He will nod, smile. He will show me his hands, thick enough for a pale throat. He will leave burn marks, scars. He will cut deep. He will kiss so hard, I lie.
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