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the gallows"oi you scumbag, the gallows they be waiting." the guard exclaimed opposite of the iron door. my eyes were weary and dry from many a sleepness night, and i had a headache that pounded like a blacksmith hard at work. my stomach pushed up against my spine i was so hungry, and those bastards that were intent on hanging me did not even bother to give me a final supper. to think this was a catholic nation, the nerve! i was the solitary soul in the entire prison ward, but that didn't bother me too much. i had my tiny hole for sun shine, and my thoughts and rats to keep me company. i felt a grand relief: wrongfully convicted, i atleast would not hathe gallows
the tiger and her statueshe makes loves to statues as if they were real men. as inanimate and dead as they are, she finds more life in them than any human she knew throughout her life. maybe its in their wondering gazes, or maybe rests in the fact that they are as built as stone houses, resisting gunfire and time. she wonders about all the ladies that came before her, caressing the smooth marble bodies, and all the women that will come after her. no, this cannot be so. please tell me hermes that this is not so! she lived happily for months, coming by every noon to stroke and love the cold chiseled figure. but her happiness could not last for too long, for inside herthe tiger and her statue
superfly
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Nothingness, gloominess,
a string dangles,
whispers in the air
and nothingness everywhere.
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R.F.M. - "If you tremble indignation at every injustice then you are a comrade of mine." -Che-
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R.F.M. - "If you tremble indignation at every injustice then you are a comrade of mine." -Che-
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