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Days turn pages Sinking in the night Abysmal aromas Wrinkling skin so light. Crocheting another blanket Whimsical notes astir Falling on the carpet Bits and pieces of her. A feudal interruption White noise begins to blur Reflections being casted A comforting allure. Sons decaying in the sky Poinsettias set on tomb Empty syringe on the grass Dead fetus in the womb.
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Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 1:59 AM UTC
A Mother's Naiveté
Days turn pages Sinking in the night Abysmal aromas Wrinkling skin so light. Crocheting another blanket Whimsical notes astir Falling on the carpet Bits and pieces of her. A feudal interruption White noise begins to blur Reflections being casted A comforting allure. Sons decaying in the sky Poinsettias set on tomb Empty syringe on the grass Dead fetus in the womb.
R.I.P. Dad
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Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 1:59 AM UTC
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