It was 1.50 at night.
She felt Cold and she Shivered
Her top was of thin cotton
She slept on a wooden plank.
Her top was of thin cotton
and she dreamt of the day
She would live in a warm house.
Wear a woolen sweater.
Do Make up.
Show the world how beautiful she was.
Not be worried that someone might harass her.
Not be worried of the cold,
Not be worried about hunger,
With her top of thin cotton
tightly embraced by her arms...
to feel some warmth
She smiled nervously
She smiled...
at the future
She hoped might suffice.
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