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Beautiful Mistakes.

"How'd you get so messed up?"

That's one way to put it

I've always tried to learn from your experiences.

 

"They're three?"

Pleasure and release

That's one way to find yourself.

 

"Is she their mother?"

You'd think I was older

Two kids and thirteen haven't happened here.

 

"When mom gets home..."

I'll try to forget what I do

I'll try to forget what I didn't do

and in this I will learn from you

your beautiful mistakes

that are us; your daughters.

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Apr 2, 2013
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