Monday, October 01, 2007
He lies on a pillow of turf and seems to weep the black river of himself.
In one final, futile gesture of self-protection, the woman and the man raised their arms to shield their faces - and wore that fretful salute into eternity.
he whispers. it was
9:55 PM
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