Traffickers lurk in plain sight - hanging out in malls, luring victims through chatrooms, snatching runaways off the street, or tricking those living in poverty, promising them a job - Traffickers look like everyday people - seeking victims in every corner of the world
Saturday, July 16, 2016
Post #119 – Blue Moon, Lightning Bolts, Tranquility – A Poem
Hanging onto a blue moon seeking stars on a cloudy night None to be found Hazy sun hides the orb of darkness and the sapphire sky melancholic drops tumble from above a jagged bolt of lightning splits the sky in two thunder rumbles like a runaway train and I, snuggled [ ]
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