Thrutched against the wall
her weak bones started to break. Oppressed by his muscular hands, marked with thumbprints. Turned and tossed around by his friends
The sound of her voice thurled through the soft breezethe thumping of their voices were so loud that her cry was useless and barely heard by one
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Mama your womb
Mama your fruits
Mama your care
Mama your nature
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