Cirque du Monde
A hidden place to roar for everyone to see
11 April 2011
Morning
Two in the morning,
She was sitting alone.
Three in the morning,
She was cold to the bone.
Four in the morning,
She lay down on the stone.
Five in the morning,
The last breath was gone.
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