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Glass Girl and Stone Man-ReduxThe Glass Girl and the Stone Man ----------------------------------------------Glass Girl and Stone Man-Redux
The glass girl met the stone man, she said "hello", he said "hi", they soon fell in love,
the world seemed suddenly alright.
The stone man's big hard heart, swelled with joy and pride, as he saw his pretty little glass girl, twirl and glitter in the sunlight.
They frolicked and danced, till it was time to go back; the stone man missed his strange people, and the glass girl didn't understand.
The stone man couldn't explain why, he couldn't take her
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The Rape of IndiaThe Rape of India: And this too shall pass… ___________________________________________________The Rape of India
No, there is nothing that I can say which hasn’t been said before. No, there are no solutions I offer, and no personal stories I wish to share. No, I am not a great writer out to move you, and draw admiration for my skill with words.
This is just an expression of shame and an impotent rage.
Only two days since the ongoing rape of India has stopped for a breather; the usual noises are being made, the spirit of Mumbai is being personified ad nauseam, and the usual suspects are doing
by ~scarred-angel
Where do they go...the daysWhere do they go...the days -----------------------------------------------------------------------Where do they go...the days
Where do they go…
the days
The joys of first sins, the wonder of the ways.
The longing for tomorrows, the hope encrusted haze.
Were they really there… the days
&
by ~scarred-angel
As the brick walls sleepAs the brick walls sleep --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------As the brick walls sleep
It's an hour past midnight, and the cacophony of electric lights is deafening.
In one of the brick edifices, an intrepid young man; the would be warrior, of a hundred corporate battles; sits staring at the computer screen, wondering if anyone would care if he just disappeared.
Three walls across him, on a lumpy bed, staring at the roof, the exhausted couple lay. As he stroked her hair, while she nestled yet closer, both wondere
by ~scarred-angel
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