“You were always taken care of”
My mother whispers
Between drags of her menthol cigarette.
Hands so frail
They look like they might crack
Under the weight.
-I don’t know how to break it to her
Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 1:02 PM UTC
“You were always taken care of”
My mother whispers
Between drags of her menthol cigarette.
Hands so frail
They look like they might crack
Under the weight.
-I don’t know how to break it to her
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