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Oct 2014
She's exposed, I suppose, but who knows,
What's going on in her mind?
She's vulnerable, like a candle,
Sometimes I can’t handle,
She can burn you and turn you,
With the flame, is she insane?
Physically drain my brain and cause me pain,
But it’s not meant, her mind is not bent, but it’s spent,
Take the time, make the time, don't leave it too late for time,
Coz time won't wait, till it’s too late,
She's a mother, like any other,
She's loved, above all others,
But what smothers her mind,
Her memory has gone down that lane,
She won't be the same,
But she’s mine, all mine,
I will take, make and break the time,
Shake and ****** stop the time,
Till she’s fine and back on line,
I can do it, I knew it. from day one, she’s not gone,
Just take a look, a good long look,
Take the cover of the book, she’s there,
She’s there, always there, forever there.
For my mum <3
Tina ford
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Tina ford  Liverpool
(Liverpool)   
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