Wednesday 21 May 2014

Bringbackourgirls

Blood pours from her heart through her eyes In hunger, she casts lustful glances at the withered grasses that served her couch. Her bed is empty and moaning her missing weight on it. But she wanders in thoughts Through hopeless deserts Swam the non-finite streams Seeking proximity with her progenitors' quiet cry But still drifts further from the hut of hope. ‪#‎ bringbackourgir ls‬

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