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Dec 2010
Her discomfort erodes,
Her howling glistens,
Her pain-stuffed groans
Are too much for a listen.
So my tears come thick now,
They come thick and fast,
As I watch my mother, a baby,
Vomiting up her past.
Written by
ERHD Rowes
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