Monday, 2 July 2007

22:06 Prompts

A child builds a wall
A crowd in the face
At first I went just for the girls
Days pass, fires go out
Do blind people sing about beauty?
Has it ever worked?
He dives into the fire
I guess your guess is as good as mine
Let me sit among thieves
Married people, lovers
Pickpockets prowl among the stalls
She cleaned his car on the Sunday
The air dislikes you
The couple at the other table were happy
The nurses are like white birds hovering
The way a window cracks
There a tree, there the river, there a tree
This was Sarajevo, summer
Why does a flower smell like rotting flesh?

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