Where silence speaks,words intrigue infinity and thoughts travel light years to invade the mind cells wherein simmers a volcano of ideas and images juggling to burst forth into an intricate filigree of patterns and designs, complex in its simplicity and bizarre in its mundane echoes.
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Monday 13 September 2010
INCOMPLETE
She has tasted the thorn And bled profusely In the arms of the man She loved
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