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I cannot write poetry . However,what I write, I cannot call it prose. Whenever I've shown it to someone they said it was poetry. You read and decide then let me know



Sunday, 26 February 2017

To all the missing girls.

Faceless.
Voiceless.
Heartless.
Ruthless.

Black figures of voiceless , faceless  girls.
Sucked up by the  heartless, ruthless whirl.

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