Here -
Where...cold hands shake out the truth about childhood romance and early death..
Where...broken promises are guaranteed..
Where...hawthorn trees loiter among erratic stones of ancient pathway..
Where...wire ridged hillside animals shadow tin roofed wooden shelter..
is the place language comes to die.
Steve Coel / An 11.59 Publication
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