plastic_bag_lillies
sabbie
filled
with
paint
and
broken
dreams
lips
white
fingers
silver
and
the
ralling
cry
victory
victory
victory
for
whom
?
tiny
children
in
torn
clothing
and
filthy beanies
so
old
inside
so
shiney
and
new
inside
inside
,
children
come
inside
to
a
world
inside
your
world
dwell
inside
your
heads
dwelling
out
of
your
heads
out
of
your
reality
outside
of
space
and
time
.
victory
for
none
at
the
station
stations
of
the
cross
and
what
a
cross
to
bare
.
bare
feet
cold
tiles
and
carboard forts.
fights
and
taunts
and
your
mothers
ancestors
will
not
be
pleased
.
but
at
least
their
getting
some
while
you
have
none
"
we
live
as
best
we
can
"
"
i
don't
want
to
die
"
oh
lily
lily
lilyana
where
is
my
plastic
lily
?
eyes
too
old
head
to
small
to
hold
everything
you've
done
.
what
is
it
you've
done
to
survive
?
do
you
remember
what
you've
done
my
street
coloured
lily
ana
031005
...
ferret
i
do
031005
...
sabbie
i
watched
this
heartbreaking
documentary
last
night
about
romanian
street
kids
living
in
a
subway
station
.
they
were
so
strong
so
hard
and
so
small
it
was
fucking
amazing
.
and
the
words
:
there
but
for
the
grace
of
god
go
i
have
woven
themselves
around
and
around
the
images
i
still
have
in
my
head
from
last
night
from
all
the
nights
they
have
lived
and
from
all
the
nights
i
have
ever
had
.
031005
...
shivers
make
them
wild
uncontroled
happy
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