BUENOS AIRES
The train takes us from our families
and homes. The baby you once cared for
will one day spit on you.
You dream of peace,
You dream of judgment—
a revolution without artillery.
I can make it across the river
if I swim.
(May 27, 2010)
and homes. The baby you once cared for
will one day spit on you.
You dream of peace,
You dream of judgment—
a revolution without artillery.
I can make it across the river
if I swim.
(May 27, 2010)
posted by Matt at 10:28 AM
1 Comments:
Woooww... This is AWESOME, Matt!
You're so talented!! <3
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