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Dec 2012
With vacant expressions
and blank stares,
they live in a dead end
going nowhere.
One is lost
one is halfway there,
can we save them?
Do they even care?
How much can they take,
from all of the fakes?
Will they get a second chance,
to take a stance?
and end the cruelty,
and the waste.
Of small children lives
when they're under five.
Tatiana
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Tatiana  27/F/in a lighthouse
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