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Mar 2015
mother's eyes show worry, daughter's eyes show fear.
they sit behind a wall knowing that the danger is near.
the danger is no literal, its figurative like poverty.
they eat the last of their bread and watch the sun set over the bay.
knowing that tomorrow will be another day.
Written by
marksman
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