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Originally posted on Revolutionary Tears:
Half way through the night when I can still taste my dreams, I turn on my flashlight and scribble words onto scraps of paper. My mind is racing with words that seem to come from somewhere deep inside of me. Maybe it is the voice of a hunger striker shivering in his dark prison cell, or the screams of an orphan that has been left and forgotten. I feel their darkness surrounding me as I scratch and scribble and then stop to…
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Peace be with you :)