Beneath The Cold Stones Grows A City
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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Beneath the cold stones grows a city
breathes a city
at night if you be a Poet Seer
you can hear whispers
and you will hear breathing, breathing,
breathing underground
every where you tread
in the vast cemetery of
monuments and crosses.
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