Deadness sits on his wrist;Thin slits of spilling redness; the life waterThat crawl onto his palmsAnd falls from his fingersBut does not reach the earthTo formThat cataclysmic bond betweenThe life…
These things began in tricklesThe age-long pinch in our features, the halts…
Deadness sits on his wrist;Thin slits of spilling redness; the life waterThat…
So That We Can Breathe Terrorism, a continued threat to humanity, Must…
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