The intense yellow sun was high in the sky. The fields were hot and the earth burned the feet of the men running in front of him – they wore no shoes and no one knew why.
There were fifteen of ... [+]
There were fifteen of ... [+]
The pomegranate seeds you offered
turned me inside out.
My fibrous insides turned against me,
pulling my straightjacket taut.
I can't see from the inside,
I can only feel the cold.
I know you won't release me,
but lay me in the marigolds.
turned me inside out.
My fibrous insides turned against me,
pulling my straightjacket taut.
I can't see from the inside,
I can only feel the cold.
I know you won't release me,
but lay me in the marigolds.
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