The truant pen
the ramblings of the lunatic, the sweet nothings of the lover...
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Honour Killing
He shrieks. He cries out in desperate agony;
Wretched being of the soil.
She lets out a faint groan
Only to be silenced
By the cold, sharp and scrupulous fangs of morality.
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