jeelani
I am a writer. I have feelings, no words. I’ve an aimless aim. I want nothing. Nothing is beautiful. I left my land. I am living dry. People are around. I am alone. I saw her, in my dreams. I was young. She was beauty. I grabbed her hand. It was cold. She blushed. She left my hand. Someone cried. It was a machine. Morning was hot. But her hand was cold.
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10/6/2009 8:55
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She is Jessica. I am Jeelani. She wrote that. I write this.
She said heart. I listen life.
She drank tears.I cried blood.
What a savage world. What a lethal time. Again I read this line. I knew what you meant.