Guest guest Posted May 9, 2007 Report Share Posted May 9, 2007 It was a jealous God who split us in two, cast out like unknown shores and intimate skies dark with clouds, thick with the music of Thunder, the crescendo of human bodies softly sleeping under an Acacia tree, awakening, we thirst we are hungry, we are pregnant with Silence. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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