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The Silent Tears

the door slammed, pain is about to come,
another tattoo of bruises is now to stain.
his fist her face,
his kick her abdomen,
his abuse her ears.
scared and alone she could only weep,
tells her secrets to pillows while asleep.
even though she accepted him,
loved him to infinite.
Because society taught her-
to cage herself and call that protection,
to survive the violence and call that acceptance.
to accept what he gave and call that love.
to spread her legs but not her wings.
#stopwomanviolence

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  1. Unknown3 January 2017 at 02:09

    Its... Really touching

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  2. Unknown3 January 2017 at 05:10

    Nice 1 bro...

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  3. Unknown3 January 2017 at 17:53

    Good job
    Vivek
    You are scaling new heights day after day and i feel you have now started making new and wonderful designs with the regular old words...
    That's the essence.
    I am haapy and proud.
    Make me more.

    God bless you

    :)

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  4. Unknown4 January 2017 at 18:16

    This is awesome....

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  5. Unknown5 March 2017 at 00:43

    Poetry tah kut kut k vari.e.ko sha tah keto ko ma.... Nice one

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