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Jan 2015
All I see is my mother walking away
With her favorite child of the day

All I see is her face
Wrinkled with laughter
While she is obvious to my presence

The door she closes is slammed shut
And I have no way of gaining her love
eccedentesiast
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eccedentesiast  Los Angeles
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