The ghost of
A young Tibetan woman
Who died of a
Mutilated heart
Stalks the streets
For the one who
Killed her
She had no time
No space
No present
Until someone mentioned
Her name
She then finds time
Space,
The past
The present
The future
For that some gave her life back.
Her justice
Her some validation
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they didn't leave you I moved them out of your way
Poesíapoetry about fiction and life and emotions and ad well as dating relationship and tough stuff. very spiritual in nature. though I am a science nerd and wiccan. these are my thoughts ******************now on Amazon and draft2digital as ebook and...
