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Wednesday, August 26, 2009

surviving the landmine

at peace--she’s not a burden to her family--
they’ve sold her into slavery--

on bare ground with her one leg
her hands weave the rhythm of her days
she had hopes, but they are dead
nobody wants me now, she said
Posted by castlewon at 4:54 PM
Labels: afflictions

1 comment:

farmlady said...

How sad.

August 26, 2009 at 9:18 PM

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