Hanging heads forlornly in a bereaved stance, shuffling minds, competing with pools of tears, wanting to be expressed.
A sadness, emptying into abysses and folding themselves up in ebony darkness capturing the intense abandonment of yesterday's abuse. A solo journey of some whose lives have been jeopardized from the beginning of times.
Conception being substituted by uncaring parents too young to understand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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