Our Records Show.

By

I am safe without a name

Until my words

In anonymity

Bleed identity

Because

Records are force

To every life

In every body.

Categories: Art, Culture, horror, illustration, Nonfiction, Poetry, Politics, WritingTags: , , , , , , , , , , ,

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