Chlo'e Procter Poems

Daddy's little girl,
all sad and blue.
Nobody she can even talk to.
Mummy's angry,
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The little girl weeps in the corner.
The bruises on her backside, reflects the anger and stupidity.
Yet no one can see, or feel her pain.
She's too young to understand whats going on.
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Thoughts of you run through my head,
as I lay my head down on the bed.
I close my eyes, and I start to cry..
Reminiscing..
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