Bright eyed girl with rocks in her hands
She refuses to understand
She said she feels no trouble besides the water in the sands
She said she has no complacency, no subscription to any brand
But the rocks told another story
They felt the grip of her palms and fingers
If these rocks could speak they would tell a story of loss and false victory
A story lost in the ears of cold male strangers
It would never be heard
She never uttered a word
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