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Mar 2010
Repressed or forgotten I do not know
but I remembered in my sleep
A child, vulnerable and curious
scared and ignorant
I see her being gone- she looks like I remember her too
Skinny and tattered- disoriented and mixed up ut still love in her heart
Alone on the sidewalk- 4 years old, I stare at the neighboor hood I havent seen in years- and I remember it like it was yesterday
Repressed or forgotten, I'll never know
Written by
Heather Cahill
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