Sunday, February 17, 2013
The Authentic Massacre of the Innocent Image - Cut-Up painting # 33
Even though the wind had blown too hard –for a solstice storm,
When the moon had shone too red
And the sky been too dark,
Her mother had known that
Things too strange to contemplate.
She had just learnt to wait.
February 28, 2013 at 12:49 PM
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