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Feb 2019
Unfamiliar with the cradle
Stranger so to mother’s lullaby
Lay bare your guilt here on the table
Hush now don’t you cry

Stolen from me the right to know my past
Yet still I hope that as the storm roams off
Perhaps I may understand at last
Why it was you’d ran and gone
I'm not great at naming things, okay?
loaf
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