Remnants of the East – Picking up the pieces

The lost child is the poor child is the dark child is the savage
savaged, needs salvaging. Enumerating rules of love will not do. And there’s only so much chicken soup you can douse your soul in before it pukes.

History is not a fad. It is dust thrown in your face. Eyes need to open when the dust has settled.

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