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CHILD
Body, bones
Clad in thin black skin,
Pearls for eyes:
Blind balls &
A broken string,
Mind, maddened by hunger
Burst eyes into tears.
Mother is the myth,
Of a harmless, toothless smile.
Starved tummy imagining breakfast.
To all ill-fated & female:
Life is lunacy & pain,
A sign one is sane;
Affection is ecstasy & pain,
Its individual expression;
Freedom is another abortion,
And Peace, another revolution.
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