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I was three She decided that she'd rather be free Or we She decided that we'd rather be free I was six and she'd get clean For him For us For her? For her That was the right answer I was nine and a twitch was all she could muster For me and them and her and us I was twelve and I told her I'd rather be a gap and a mean. A scrap of white where the crayon slipped over. For me and only me Maybe when I'm thirty I'll have it down pat Maybe three year gaps and the voices between Will steal your soul and unravel your seams Maybe I lied and maybe I didn't and maybe all I really want is a dream
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Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 8:31 PM UTC
Sins of the Mother
I was three She decided that she'd rather be free Or we She decided that we'd rather be free I was six and she'd get clean For him For us For her? For her That was the right answer I was nine and a twitch was all she could muster For me and them and her and us I was twelve and I told her I'd rather be a gap and a mean. A scrap of white where the crayon slipped over. For me and only me Maybe when I'm thirty I'll have it down pat Maybe three year gaps and the voices between Will steal your soul and unravel your seams Maybe I lied and maybe I didn't and maybe all I really want is a dream
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Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 8:31 PM UTC
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