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2d
The girl was only seven,
When he came into the picture
                      
                       Bribery by way of sweets

"Now I have her,"
He must have thought,
This was no mere caper

She wonders,
now,
if he meant it like that.
But at seven, sugar meant YES
This is the first in a series of retrospective poems exploring memory, identity, and survival. Each piece captures a moment in time, but they form something larger together.
Written by
lisagrace  28/F/New Zealand
(28/F/New Zealand)   
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