Slowly, the majority vote like idiots / And let idiots rule the majority / Slowly they make films like Namesake / Of Mothers left behind
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Sound of water intensifies, from flowing to rushing, to almost a waterfall. Transforms into the sound of motor.
Slowly the skin gets depoliticized mottled and flaky. The throat parches over Beleaguered, crotchety and shaky . The shoulders cringe Blue veins, snake rivers Crawl, where muscles Once showed off Slowly, the voices, of mothers and fathers get closer To […]
