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He Never Did Mind

Hand consuming my infantile thigh Ten years his junior I cried and begged No I knew not why Mother said not to touch there He never did mind Temptress from a young age I ran in the backyard Brothers telling me to put on a shirt I was three He never did mind “Kiss the people you love You love me don’t you?” He was like a brother to me I was four He never did mind Neither and either Two words I could spell Impressively so, on the way to the beach I was five He never did mind Sick with the flu Soup brought to my bed Missing the spaghetti dinner I was six He never did mind Hand consuming my infantile thigh Ten years his junior I cried and begged No I knew not why Mother said not to touch there I was seven He never did mind

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Date: 3/11/2019 8:47:00 AM
Yes, memory of abuse is impossible to expunge, Victoria, but helpful to put to pen and paper...
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Victoria Lucas
Date: 3/11/2019 12:45:00 PM
It is true that words which cannot be shared aloud do best in silence. Thank you, James.
Date: 3/4/2019 3:06:00 PM
Wow, that was really kind of sad, if I read it correctly. I like how this was written though, like separate chapters in a young life. Really cool.
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Victoria Lucas
Date: 3/11/2019 12:44:00 PM
Thank you, Chris :)

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