innocent death , gasps , scattered blood ...
Impotence is not a sublime word but not the most traumatizing.
Fire .... innocence through the excuse of purity burns .
Noise echoes .... nothing seems to make sense in pain .
Hands tied , is a matirio , tearing dignity, the squeal of fear.
Who you are? they ask
Alma , flesh ....
Who do you think I am? I ask you
Misery and a curse answers a crude and cruel voice
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PoetryHere you can find short stories written like poetry about little kids thoughts, girl dreams, things in life and how people describe love.
