The dark walls of the town swallow her grief.
She is pathetic - some think when they glance at her.
Their eyes reduce her to nothing.She is obliterating the sky.
She is wailing, she is a number.
It doesn't matter if she is the next one to die.
Karla Bardanza
She is pathetic - some think when they glance at her.
Their eyes reduce her to nothing.She is obliterating the sky.
She is wailing, she is a number.
It doesn't matter if she is the next one to die.
Karla Bardanza
Karla, you have a gift! A great description on a womans grief.
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