Prayer.
No. You did not pray for things.
Prayers,
like Franklin's key on a kite,
attracted the lightning,
burned at your mind and soul.
— Robert Stone, "Bay of Souls"
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April 4, 2011
January 3, 2009
Mad
Crouching
like an assassin,
she delivered
calculated,
scalding,
phosphorescent
anger.
-- Robert Stone, "Bay of Souls"
like an assassin,
she delivered
calculated,
scalding,
phosphorescent
anger.
-- Robert Stone, "Bay of Souls"
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