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Saturday, August 14, 2010WaKe mEWake me turn the silence of my skin into a song, a sounding opera that reaches underneath and pierces with relief the crushing pressure I am a puppet strung and moved by strings and my mind moves me in fashions preset like a broken record Every word sounds off the letters N, U, M, B, and I can’t... Sign in to see full entry. |