Notes From The Other Side

Tuesday, 26 October 2010

The Infectious Taboo


They think they can get rid of me, but no, lift a stone and you will see me; split a piece of wood along the crease of your thumb, and you will see me. Look inside, and look hard, into the tiny, dark parts of yourself you would rather ignore. And you will see me.
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