July 2, 2011

Silent Film

By W.R.R.

Through the window, a silent film
a place I don’t understand
where people smile and walk together
hand in hand
Does their story change
behind closed doors?
Or is there something more?

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© W.R.R. 8/4/1990

About W.R.R.

Bipolar & survivor of incest/child sex abuse and adult male rape; bisexual, polyamorist, poet/writer/advocate & married father of four. View all posts by W.R.R.
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