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Night song of Pattaya (Free verse) by Caducus

Children on plinths. Painted masterpieces. These artists perform dreams and hot spoons. Grey as kerbs who shine for ten dollars. Moonlight bullion fades away. Every price has a cost wrapped in tarpaulin is the never was born and always dying. Walk past the enamel masks where tears and innocence hide. Ignore the children in denier who bark for hiding jackals the night song of Pattaya.

Caducus 21-Nov-05/9:17 AM
Your're there.

Child prostitution and the occasional murder and cover up. Noone their cares though so covering up the invisible is ironic.

As usual I'm in a happy mood lol.




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