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Nous allons enterrer les morts: Mère, père, compatriotes, sœurs et frères.Nous allons enterrer les morts:Évêques, pasteurs, maires, sicaires et vicaires.
This little part, our corner Our little dot in the galaxy We’ve made something for ourselves, didn’t we?
Some things feel like freedom but it isn't. A kiss can hold you still like a shake in your breath. It can rattle your heart and break your chest. dreams can come true and dreams can shatter
the first time i hated myself, i was 9 years old. groups of soulless children followed me around the schoolyard calling me diseased ridden, disgusting, fat... the laughed as my tears splashed on the table at which i sat
I remember him coming home on the first day of school
Twenty doves have flown into the graces of an almighty God... Awaiting with open arms he welcomed in twenty innocents to gather upon his sheep...
“Good Morning Children!” “Good Morning m’am” “Today we’ll learn to read and write, Under the pillars And under the trees Lived a man Known as Dee He loved to dance, Read and write
Hair like ebony fuzz upon her head With ancient dry skin drooping down her face Square spectacles frame her weary eyes red Tired from the toil she must embrace Ashy, hairless arms splotched with burns and scars