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Post by Dunstan Attard on Jun 12, 2007 23:53:45 GMT -5
'Everything has been figured out, except how to live.' - Jean-Paul Sartre (1905-1980)
nocturnal streets craving loving encounters between fathers, and their sons who drifted through the exit of war into the warm breath of hugs
yet now the first hint of a revealing sunrise melts fathers into the stillness of a museum where the mummified yells of their sons are displayed behind smoldering glass reflecting their foggy faces craving hugs in nocturnal streets unforgetting their unforced deaths Pirouetting in drunken flames
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