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Its, A Mother’s Day Poem
Mouths starved.
Necks choked.
Shoulders bruised.
Torsos kicked.
These its,
These puny its have no voices.
patgarcia ♦ May 9, 2015 ♦ 13 Comments
Mouths starved.
Necks choked.
Shoulders bruised.
Torsos kicked.
These its,
These puny its have no voices.