Cry Cry Loud
He came to me in the night.He whom is brother needing nightmare comfort. Touching where he should not.Fear came to me I said this cannot be.Then came the threat of a harsher terror. Fear of deeds discovered. This sadness was neverending in its torture.One day awake did I and all was put to an end.This day to me he is no brother mine.So sad for the one who saved me was the same.For when I cried to his shame he cried also and shouldered the blame.Although forgiven was he no longer is he brother to me.So this be written CRY CRY LOUD.For no young girl should suffer.Cry Cry LOUD
Iamadreamr 10/20/07
Iamadreamr 10/20/07
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