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galatea
Poems
May 2014
God, or.. my mother
I used to come home late,
my eyes rimmed
with sleepless nights
and my cheeks
stained with tears
and I would tug at God’s sleeve
and beg for help
and he would say “later”
but later never came
and I swear that God
reminds me of
my mother sometimes.
#god
#mother
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