BrailleA Poem by Yheelatranslated from SwedishLike fingers of smoke. A solitary minute. Memory no longer exists. Slowly we peel off our skin. Blind to the world, we let time stop.
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4 Reviews Added on August 2, 2012 Last Updated on August 3, 2012 AuthorYheelaGotene, SwedenAboutReader, geek, published poet and author, gamer, nerd, mom, lazy, N7, wannabe, kind, Browncoat, ironic, Borderlander, crafty and a lot more ... ~*~ more..Writing
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