Paul Brown

#93 When killers cry

It was a tear-stained revolution.

#66 The gift of song

Looking into the perpetual abyss of time, his laughter was revolutionary.

#31 They took my baby away

I remember holding you in my arms. You made cooing sounds, and I wanted to know exactly what each one meant

#27 Closure

I was walking through a nightmare of my own making. I wanted so badly to wake up.

#21 Talking to myself

I'm so afraid, there are no words that speak to my fear. But my body tells on me.

#18 O Christmas tree

Who's ever heard of a Christmas without a Christmas tree? There should be a law against that.

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