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Paper 2
Power And Conflict Poetry
The Emigreè
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Paige Williams
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my memory of it is
sunlight-clear
I never saw it in that
November
That
child's
vocabulary
I carried here
like a hollow doll
have no
passport
, there's no
way
back at all
My
city
hide behind me.