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The invisible sound
The invisible sound that flies in the morning
On the pavement the rolling school bags cracking and hustling on the floor tiles. An innocent hustle and bustle slides into my half sleepy mind.A catalyst hole on the wall, from the Hades itself filters the sound.The candy voices do not know about basements nor fear or hell, nor worms in the howling storm.
A seta TOC
The Sick Rose
Images from the comic Stitches, by David Small