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January 20, 2005
throughing stones
The doors are locked, front and back, the windows, shut, I ring the bell, knock, with fist, open hands, ....there should be a respond, somebody should be home, I run around the house, sing, rant, yell and scream,..................there should be a respond, I know she lives safe, I know she is scared, she knows, she does know as she reads these papers, where she resides , no angels thread, and the little prince, Fox and the snake, have left, she lives a careful live, always scared, in denial, exposed, and bare, in submission, violated, she told me, she did say, but she is scared. I have held her in my arms, and she has fed of me, she knows, she can take, she can stay,...but she is scared, she always is, and I know I can reach her, when I trough my papers in the wind, i know my words will reach her, and i enjoy her angst, her silence, as hungry as she is, she can not eat, and i hold the plate, close , so close, but she knows, she is scared. she know I see her, I know her, " YOU KNOW TOO MUCH, YOU SEE TOO MUCH, " , she used to say,....................................Posted by Idinraha at January 20, 2005 11:59 AM
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bacheh sang nandaz !
Posted by: Fereydoon at January 21, 2005 01:27 AM