o::  through the cracks ::
 

I smelt the emptiness there
in that room of mournful slumber
of wrinkled sheets & bed upon bed
where children lay their neglected head
with terrible dreams to fill their night
...and, I heard the orphan crying

 


manifest | covet | exhume | possess | bleed | breathe
 gaze  |  sacrifice  | writhe  |  stalk | lust | expose | intercourse

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