Time rounds off the edges of all murder;
it smooths the heinous details, bleaches blood
and leaves only shadows of numbers
shadows of fire, shadows of pain.
Time tames all
and lays all to rest –
innocent and victim
on the banks of history, like
smooth, rounded off pebbles.
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Thursday, August 07, 2008
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The White Gloves
You can find the book at https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/524218 The story is taking place in a magic forest. Little Red Ridi...
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“Delicious strawberries!” the peddler cried I smiled, knowing he lied: Strawberries of this large a size are always the hormones’ pride, I t...
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Looking at distant words flashing through the window in the rain of tears. Like faint lanterns from a ship caught in fog, words sear...