I didn’t need a pair of scissors
but this pair was yours mother.
I didn’t need material things
but there were parts of you in every box.
Sometimes I still need you, oh mother,
and the scissors I have still.
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 1:03 AM UTC
I didn’t need a pair of scissors
but this pair was yours mother.
I didn’t need material things
but there were parts of you in every box.
Sometimes I still need you, oh mother,
and the scissors I have still.
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