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Thursday, September 10, 2015
The Young Son
The father, a man, the alpha of their world, sweats and toils, scavenges for twigs, dry leaves and some spirit to light up their lives... For the son, angry, will set in a bit. The sun will leave his home, chasing flesh, in the dark recesses of his fiery red mind.
5 comments:
Good one....
Good one....
thank you kamakshi.
Pretty nice!
Pretty nice!
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