Guest guest Posted December 16, 2007 Report Share Posted December 16, 2007 Just sharing a struggle. Just watching it happen. Not a prescription, just a description. I don't know how the form will translate to email, but oh well... -Tami The Words That Won't Be Said They've escaped my Nazis insidious and sweet their tender bodies barely barb-razed. Now run naked through my streets, hungry and desperate Parisian children, their bare feet tear across the inside of my lips, forming them hot into an almost, but not, whisper. Then furious rush, rebel red into my cheek. Crying, " Speak! " But no. Come the black boots ground-beating. Saving me. I shiver. What has it cost? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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