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Nov 2010
Mother, won't you talk to me
you're a fire in the corner
every year each holiday
you prepare your little boxes
and for each little hurt you've felt
you gift us razor blades
Mother I only want to smile
and feel you smile back
Mother can you please just say
anything at all?
Written by
Alexandra
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