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In boxes full of nothing A child learns to compose a ***** word. While a woman trapped, strapped, married to a bed watches a drenched, shaken, homeless bird; crying herself hoarse, until her heart begins to chafe. The woman gets up, slaps the child, then takes him into her arms The boxes full of nothing, she says to him, are strong but safe.
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Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 8:16 AM UTC
boxes full of nothing
In boxes full of nothing A child learns to compose a ***** word. While a woman trapped, strapped, married to a bed watches a drenched, shaken, homeless bird; crying herself hoarse, until her heart begins to chafe. The woman gets up, slaps the child, then takes him into her arms The boxes full of nothing, she says to him, are strong but safe.
.......no children shall be seen and heard, and women, shall only be recognized by tinkling bells of their anklets.' the man proclaimed.
freddie-meer
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Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 8:16 AM UTC
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