These things began in tricklesThe age-long pinch in our features, the halts in our stepsDealt by unequal hands, by vicious memories that wouldn’t be appeasedThe gilded scars of our bygones,…
These things began in tricklesThe age-long pinch in our features, the halts…
Deadness sits on his wrist;Thin slits of spilling redness; the life waterThat…
So That We Can Breathe Terrorism, a continued threat to humanity, Must…
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