konkubines of dictators
exploring the past
Sunday, 30 November 2014
Aches
Her bones ache she takes a pill opens the window the rain lashes out she closes her eyes she longs for the smell of the sea
Sunday, 16 November 2014
Been
Been living too long here time to go,she whispered
Never seen her again, they say she lives under a bridge nowadays
They always tell so many things
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