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He was always loving mother even when mother hid. Mother was the figure that spoke sentences broken by sin Mother was the bird in the box Mother was the solace that had no entrance Mother was the heat that did not waver In his eyes, In her
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Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 9:05 AM UTC
Mother
He was always loving mother even when mother hid. Mother was the figure that spoke sentences broken by sin Mother was the bird in the box Mother was the solace that had no entrance Mother was the heat that did not waver In his eyes, In her
The sun shines brighter through the cracks of a broken window.
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Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 9:05 AM UTC
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