my mother told me.
she told me.
to never trust strange men.
she is wise.
she is careful.
I was never that.
I was bland, blonde, blue, blind.
never careful on my bike.
I hide from men.
the clues were sheltered from my sight.
the height of my fright was a ghost at night.
I didn't mind the attention, until once upon a time.
someone might of heard me.
but they never found me.
I was taken too early on in my life.
my mother weeps and woes.
I'm mostly ghostly.
and souly missed the most.
sorry mummy.
I didn't know.
I crowed at your advice.
sorry.
sorry
sorry...
maybe one day, I'll be given advice.
I was silenced.
by a man.

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