Again
The cries mingle with pain, As crumpled she lay. Broken. Face turned to the rain. Water on her face. Tears. He rubbed his knuckles, Was that look, Satisfaction. A low chuckle, As she gets up, Again.If you know of any type of abuse. Report it. Or you're just as guilty as the one doing the crime. Written December 6th, 2001 © on Dec 06 2001 02:19 AM PST, Phyllis Thompson 0 • 10
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"The cries mingle with pain, ..."