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A Poem by Kia
holding on
to things that cannot be
but still we hold on
why?
we know it's no good
dangerous
bad for us
but still we are enticed
even to the..
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A Poem by Kia
What of the child who will go to sleep hungry
Or of the one afraid to even go home
How about the teen who has no home
And has to prostitute for she..
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