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 Sep 23 Emma Kate
Myrrdin
So they asked the tree
If you fell, why didn't you scream
But I did, it said
But I did
I’m no daughter
I’m no mother
born under a cabbage
only worms
as my fellow cradle
I crawled
on barren land
my ***** and scratched  skin
covered with calluses

I’m no daughter
I’m no mother
born under a cabbage
I fell
the icy water took me
but I was colder than it
the current  carried me away
I climb on the bank
I was clean

I am mother
I became  daughter
I palpated
happiness
Daughter of no one

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