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By maipenrai
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04 November 2007 |
a very ,very early one. Words that have no meaning
even to the ghost that speaks them,
shadows of youth
lost in what might have been.
Sons of the Workers
Daughters of the F lesh,
even the dreams die
before they are born.
Stillborn Babies smiling at me
Stillborn Babies talking to me. |
Written by stevetroster (1549 comments posted) 4th November 2007 | "Stillborn Babies (sming) at me" Smoking, smiling, smooching? All the best, Steve.
| Written by maipenrai (783 comments posted) 4th November 2007 | | thanks Steve, missed that | Written by Amelia (30 comments posted) 11th January 2008 | | chilling. | Thanks Written by maipenrai (783 comments posted) 12th January 2008 | Amelia for your comments and for taking the time. Bernie | Thanks Written by maipenrai (783 comments posted) 12th January 2008 | Amelia for your comments and for taking the time. Bernie | Written by andybyers (171 comments posted) 28th March 2008 | | This makes me think of the movie Eraserhead, but I mean that in a good way. It's stark and confusing but the wordplay is compelling. It makes me want to linger and mull it over. |
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