Writings by Esteban A. Martinez, poetry, fiction, rants, speculation and whatever else we want to call writing
Monday, January 30, 2006
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Where are you? by esteban a martinez
you will never hear my words brute tongue did not mean what it said i did not say that i am not good with words you will never hea...
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Wind Chapter One 2 days since christmas. listen to me good. the horse had giant nostrils shooting steam in t...
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the real unreal by esteban didn’t know I’d be here full of loneliness and fear where it’s hard to smell the rain when I ...
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you will never hear my words brute tongue did not mean what it said i did not say that i am not good with words you will never hea...
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