http://slow.writerscafe.org/trubaka The original writings of author samuel austin en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776062898 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 there's a house at the end of a drivethere's a place in the back of my mind,there was a time,when it was you i'd find.you come and goyou were part of me.you were the artisti was your days plain sheet.a stroke hereanother over thereyou were the voice i tried to hear. you'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/trubaka/381243/ the tree bendsthe branches shakeall through the nightthis storms no fakeproblems cameevil calledbut all through the nightmy heart wont fall  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/trubaka/381236/ a million children..struggling to breathewhile here i amcrying, over what i think i need her screams!his eyes..drilling my heart as if a dream..a million childrenwith the world to blame.. violencespreading like it doeswhos to stop it?why not us?why not us...... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/trubaka/329958/