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She raised you, and gave you all she had You did not listen She was not overbearing But she needed your bareness The awareness You lost long ago She let you go into the wild, to make your own choices Even if those choices mean her death Knife in your hand with garlic breath Joyous in the **** Veiled violent negligence Oblivious malevolence Your innocent eyes Red tinted, devilish yet despondent Pontificate of poison A laughing fat hedon Crying now for pardon But you will never **** her. She is bigger than you Mother doesn't care She will break you without blinking She is Pandora and soon you will know How hot the soil scorches, and how hard the wind may blow
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Nov 21, 2021
Nov 21, 2021 at 8:03 PM UTC
Mother Doesn't Care
She raised you, and gave you all she had You did not listen She was not overbearing But she needed your bareness The awareness You lost long ago She let you go into the wild, to make your own choices Even if those choices mean her death Knife in your hand with garlic breath Joyous in the **** Veiled violent negligence Oblivious malevolence Your innocent eyes Red tinted, devilish yet despondent Pontificate of poison A laughing fat hedon Crying now for pardon But you will never **** her. She is bigger than you Mother doesn't care She will break you without blinking She is Pandora and soon you will know How hot the soil scorches, and how hard the wind may blow
chris-hutchison
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Nov 21, 2021
Nov 21, 2021 at 8:03 PM UTC
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