I never saw her,
Only her words
Perfectly formed in ink on the paper.
'Lillian.'
I say it softly so that no-one but me can hear.
She tells me of Uganda, of her life.
She asked me once,
'What do you fear most? '
I prayed for her that night.
Me, guiltily living free
While she shivers, half a world away.
Lillian, my friend.
Ugandan Girl.
Mines Yours
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