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Numbers add to nothing (Free verse) by Caducus

Eighth cell one man four straps thirty four years, five murders. Three syringes four guards eighteen Witnesses thirty four years - six months and four days, gone in two minutes eleven seconds. One Bible in two limp hands, One last thought 23-09-56 exodus. four tears sixteen smiles. One priest. One prayer. One day in America nothing changes.

lmp 2-Jun-06/9:19 AM
still bothered by the sixteen smiles. perhaps sixteens sighs of relief, or sixteen easier souls, or something. the half closed eyes that you suiggested would convey either boredom or sleepiness...

the title still does not work for me; i feel as Dovina mentioned.

still, the rewrite helped a bit. <8>




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