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They grow too quickly- a mother says. -much too quickly for my back, my arms my aching feet they bolt right out the door, I swear. They only leave me prints fingerprints that dance on the walls of a second-hand home trickle down the windows trickle down the mirrors, the doors. I can still hear their restless feet race through its hallways, up and down the stairs. The rooms remember how they laughed how they were so small Once they could not even open the door. I swear. yesterday
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Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 4:06 AM UTC
they grow too quickly
They grow too quickly- a mother says. -much too quickly for my back, my arms my aching feet they bolt right out the door, I swear. They only leave me prints fingerprints that dance on the walls of a second-hand home trickle down the windows trickle down the mirrors, the doors. I can still hear their restless feet race through its hallways, up and down the stairs. The rooms remember how they laughed how they were so small Once they could not even open the door. I swear. yesterday
#motherhood#children
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In the Woods
Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 4:06 AM UTC
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