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Apr 2017
Mother help me,
he comes in the night,
his touch hurts me,
he says he loves me,
The child stays silent,
Looking back his heart wants to scream.
Time comes to pass.
The man lays before me.
Dead,
why do I cry?
Tears please dry.
He deserved it,.

I was a child,
who he defiled.

*So why do I cry?
A Poet
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A Poet  The Moon
(The Moon)   
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