Little Never-Blooms
the little Afghan girls cling to their skin like delicate lotus flowers waiting to bloom they wait... they wait... a penny's woth of needles... do we need something to pass the time? (Allah Allah Always find yourself in Allah) the little moslem girls hide inside their mother's wombs while the preist on the corner (the bald-headed death parader) comes to give them his Christ in a crumbly crust. (Allah Allah Always find me in your Grace) if your tears fall we will never be able to reap the destruction of your abstinence. please cling to me Please cling to me be the baby at Allah's full breast. Written December 15th, 2001 © on Dec 15 2001 10:16 AM PST, Katrina Armour 0 • 10
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"the little Afghan girls..."