Young Miss Colombia
Young Miss Colombia, Bogota, Colombia
She came from there…
We thought she was Mexican..
She spoke to us
We thought she was mute…
She cried in our arms
We thought she was special…
We talked about her
Thinking she was deaf…
The man who got through to her, turned his back on her
The other man who got through to her hid underneath enriched egos
It was all in the psyche...
Tuesday 9th April 2019 10:50 pm
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