Strewn across the boardwalk
Trodden on by unsuspecting people
Blowing haphazardly in the wind
Their faces burning from the sun
Reflecting off the glossy paper.
Their parents' cries
ring in my ears as
warm tears run down my cheek.
Who are these young women
selling their bodies and souls
forever blowing in the breeze?
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