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Monday, October 30, 2006

In a whirring taxi

In a whirring taxi - the rain beats late, hard drops on the windscreen. I sit with my sleeping daughter draped across my aching arms.

'I would fight the worst demons the devil has in him for you my sweetness.'

I whisper inside my head.

RuKsaK

2 comments:

ShadowLor said...

achingly beautiful

Cocaine Jesus said...

oh yeah, ruksak kicks ass.

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