Nov 2015
Her smile lost
In a crowd of make-up
Endangered suffering,
Alone.
Whispers of history
Carved to the skin.
Cursed by the waters
Cursed and loved
By the wrong hand.
In a crowd of make-up
Endangered suffering,
Alone.
Whispers of history
Carved to the skin.
Cursed by the waters
Cursed and loved
By the wrong hand.
(Worcester)
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