Abused and Amused
Abused, over and over
As a little girl.
I never knew
Till now,
That the games
Were wrong.
So innocent, so naive,
I played with him
Every day,
Like Monopoly,
It was just another
Game.
Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2005-12-09 at 11:30
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