where amongst such a disgrace
children no longer cry of grief
for what was taken and brutally died,
but in silenced, innocent disbelief,
they look around and wonder -
is it worth it to survive?
For how much longer?
18/12/2016
My beautiful muse, my brightest dream. My shyest excuse, my sweetest sin! Be it a man's heart in a dinner knife or all the diamond and...
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