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How many times did I hide in abandoned buildings paranoid and frightened.,,, Looking through broken windows...big sheets of torn plastic hang from the cracked ceiling like the discarded wings of angels...as if angels could die and leave their ghosts to sing between the broken walls of a place like this....guilt and shame hold their rank beside me...it is here in these forgotten ruins I feel most at home...I have been caste out like a broken thing...I watch the first morning light leak in through the cracks in the rooftop forming veils in the dust...the pigeons begin to wake from their bird dreams flapping their wings in unison...for a moment everything is beautiful....
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Jan 30, 2012, 12:14 PM
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