The words have been held hostage by the tears and the tears have been stubborn and ignorant and depriving itself and the words of a release……But this dream has started to occur again and so one morning/this morning you jump out of sleep searching for the pen and you know you have to be quick before the tears interject…. The words ran, they ran as though our future peace depended on it! They escaped…. Briefly, it was strange seeing the sun again.
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