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Jul 18, 2010
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last child of the gang war
one tearful voice hears
and children
with their trapped running
on the stumbling stones
in the messengers of the closed doors,
it penetrates like locks
like ants in tiny places
like fruit flies in the plagued sun
mosquitos drawing blood
I sleep deep in the breathless night
their stingers discharge
the steel and spit of shrill sirens
slapping my ears like a baby waiting
to be born before it dies.
and children
with their trapped running
on the stumbling stones
in the messengers of the closed doors,
it penetrates like locks
like ants in tiny places
like fruit flies in the plagued sun
mosquitos drawing blood
I sleep deep in the breathless night
their stingers discharge
the steel and spit of shrill sirens
slapping my ears like a baby waiting
to be born before it dies.
— Orphani, Jul 18, 2010
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Kailashana
15 years 10 months ago
Barry, thank you for this
Vampyre
15 years 10 months ago
I can’t leave before I