The Light That Fell On The Finger
India; It’s true. I draw you with my toeless feet. My fingers fell out as I passed your skin. Drops of blood became your body. Parliament ; Taj Mahal;…
S Maria Reagan
I’m the beggar
I was simply down the street. The broken stones of the road whisper unspoken messages, of how many human feet have crossed the road. Of how many broken wings would…
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