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Jul 2013
I remember
a child with no voice and my own ghostly face
it was a  game
like cops and robbers
and silently she played
in the woods
some place far away
but its not like she would have screamed anyway
memories shrouded and disguised to cope
but now I remember
it was a game and I was their toy
ChubbehMonkey
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