A Letter From The Photographer
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"I can taste the fear.
Lift me up and take me out of here.
Don’t want to fight, don’t want to die.
Just want to hear you cry”
"I give you pain,
With a heat so strong.
It can’t go on and on, too long you’ll say
But rewards must be won.”
"Holding soft, to holding back,
To keep his own heart.
All in all, you need to learn to let it go. Feelings for her…”
"The rivers gonna wash all
Yeah, the river it spoke to me.
It told me I’m small and I swallowed it down.
If I make it at all, I’ll make you want me.”
"The chemicals in our bodies,
Working over time.
The blood in our bodies.
"And hate runs through my blood.
Well, my tongue was in love.
But my heart, it was left above.”
"They’ll clap when you die.
They’ll love you when you’re dead,
And they’ll understand,
And you’ll be forgiven then.”
"We’re up to our neck in foreign soil,
We are the sacramental spoils,
And they love to choke
The rivers with my brothers’ blood “
"In strips of feeble water light,
Slim fingers clasped
Warm steady, precise.
The unwanted love for a murder”
"He hit me,
And it felt like a kiss.
He hit me,
But it didn’t hurt me.”
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