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i She walks past you features limp protective hand in the small of her back. You won't know that she bleeds too early. ii She rushes past mothercare sideways glance at the cardboard baby talcum powder clouds, cotton socks. You won't know that there's an empty cot at the foot of her bed. iii She soaks the sheets with tears and milk full ******* that ache when your baby cries. You will have been told that hers never woke, and hold yours tighter as the nurse draws the curtain.
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Dec 15, 2010
Dec 15, 2010 at 11:42 AM UTC
The Mothers
i She walks past you features limp protective hand in the small of her back. You won't know that she bleeds too early. ii She rushes past mothercare sideways glance at the cardboard baby talcum powder clouds, cotton socks. You won't know that there's an empty cot at the foot of her bed. iii She soaks the sheets with tears and milk full ******* that ache when your baby cries. You will have been told that hers never woke, and hold yours tighter as the nurse draws the curtain.
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Dec 15, 2010
Dec 15, 2010 at 11:42 AM UTC
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