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140 nooses hang on a cieling. quiet. still.
and maybe if you allow yourself to get lost in the eerie solitude of silenced,
you, too will hear the black screams.
of Men. of Women. even Kids.
140 nooses circle above my head.
they cry from the depths of their souls.
they beg.
they question.
and always scream.
i hear them.
an elephant NEVER forgets.
Patrick J.
