The face of the little boy
told us a story.
A story of how lucky we got,
and careless, too,
for that road is open to all.
A story of the human whip,
cruel and leathery.
The little boy was capable
of telling a story he didn't know
to people he didn't know.
martes, 25 de mayo de 2010
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