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My second book to the StormySkies series... |
| Donald Andrews’ Presents: StormySkies, Book Two: Clouds of Rigor Mortise I cannot speak. My tounge doesn’t exist. There was no heart, In the mold of my existence, And I haven’t any mind for love- My only heartbeat, Is the scratching of that pen, Upon the pages of my own mind. . . Like a mannequin, I stand there... In department store window, Cold and lonely and motionless. My emotions cannot escape me, I watch as they all stare at me, with frowns upon their lips... (extra verse), April, 1999, |