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For the matted head that cracked your tender enclosure, For the shoulders that split the deep mahogany slopes that both caged you and freed you, And for the sirens you gave when you breathed your firsts, She wept in remembrance at your grave.
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Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 1:18 PM UTC
A Mother and A Child
For the matted head that cracked your tender enclosure, For the shoulders that split the deep mahogany slopes that both caged you and freed you, And for the sirens you gave when you breathed your firsts, She wept in remembrance at your grave.
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Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 1:18 PM UTC
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