Merged in Fog
By Don Baird
I cannot see though I hear the crying sobbing pain hunger and hate I hear it I smell the burning of flesh I cannot see though I hear the laughter giggling ahs of comfort great feast and love I hear it I smell the fresh powder new born I cannot see though I hear it All sobs giggles pain comfort hate love I hear it one sound one moment Written March 2nd, 2002 © on Mar 02 2002 02:54 AM PST, Don Baird 0 • 10
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"I cannot see..."