she is like burnt weed ~ running, reject …
(why is there such a thing as a smoking child?)
she snarls –
thru the weeds in
those baby eyes.
They
were hedged, all
their life.
Pic : Stephen Hocking Unsplash
she is like burnt weed ~ running, reject …
(why is there such a thing as a smoking child?)
she snarls –
thru the weeds in
those baby eyes.
They
were hedged, all
their life.
Pic : Stephen Hocking Unsplash
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