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A Girl's LamentYou may believe me or believe me not.
But I will not pretend to be other then I am,
Nor to have had experience which I have yet not have.
None of the others of my inner siblings have either.
Not the experience that people presume
And lay hold of like a precious thing.
Cera, lively and full of innocent youth,
Was raped by one friend and abused by another.
So she lay down in darkness
And dreamed only that sweet death take her away.
She merely 16 and still blooming towards womanhood.
The only other with any experience besides my ill adventure
And youthful ill haste
That thankfully I awakened from before too long,
Was our dear precious Rose.
That angel who walked cloaked in human mortality.
She was neigh not much older then me when love changed her,
Brought her from youth to womanhood.
She opened her heart and gave love freely
With no demands, no great illusions,
But in all honesty saw his failings and loved on.
People around her were blind to her innocence,
The purity of her love, her com
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