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- Poetry > Free VerseBy Bridget mireya N., wayne, NJYours Truly. Dressed in your childhood misery, She, over your fallen body, armed with a fist and her leather belt, Plea for mercy, it's all you have left. Drowned in water, slapped across the face, torn like your sister's old raggedy anne, Knelt on my knee i wish i could pray to God but i ...