Hurt
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We hurt my eyes
we, ripe with hunger we bare stories of need in our skins ~ yesterday I saw a woman stooped over another in wheel chair & their million velvet wrinkles; yesterday I saw a girl pouting for the camera of her young man in worn out sandals in a dusk burnt with fire. We hurt my Continue reading
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The incredible power of pain
I’m staring at an impossible formula here: the child was alone his entire life from the time his parents left him to when he was found later by more tormentors. Then there’s the story of a young girl in further trauma one wouldn’t wish to detail. All of this towers over the mess in my Continue reading
