why the crescent moon suddenly became loose shards of glass littered the shed? night still sobbed on grain moisture, chills ridden haze, any pitch-black becoming unspeakable, should remain kuucap, "yes?" I, you, he, and they just figure behind the mask, on the stage when the play ends on a message vain, who champions? unless the-I can afford to buy text twist of the director,
Agats - Asmat, December 12, 2012
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