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Woe to my Perfect gray sky My baby’s locked down in the basement Yearning for its mother’s arms Mother’s gone and misplaced him Broken by the discard pile Perfect gray sky And pretty flowers gone My best friend has gotten awful chilly Laying down so blue and pale Too far to see where she was swimming Sunk down and deeply inhaled And pretty flowers gone All I wanted My dear husband has gone missing Replaced with a simple note “I will not come back for my sweeter things… My body hangs from the rope.” All I ever wanted To never be alone © 2013
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Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 5:36 PM UTC
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Woe to my Perfect gray sky My baby’s locked down in the basement Yearning for its mother’s arms Mother’s gone and misplaced him Broken by the discard pile Perfect gray sky And pretty flowers gone My best friend has gotten awful chilly Laying down so blue and pale Too far to see where she was swimming Sunk down and deeply inhaled And pretty flowers gone All I wanted My dear husband has gone missing Replaced with a simple note “I will not come back for my sweeter things… My body hangs from the rope.” All I ever wanted To never be alone © 2013
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Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 5:36 PM UTC
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