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Her discomfort erodes, Her howling glistens, Her pain-stuffed groans Are too much for a listen. So my tears come thick now, They come thick and fast, As I watch my mother, a baby, Vomiting up her past.
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Dec 27, 2010
Dec 27, 2010 at 8:45 PM UTC
ONE EVENING, A MOURNING.
Her discomfort erodes, Her howling glistens, Her pain-stuffed groans Are too much for a listen. So my tears come thick now, They come thick and fast, As I watch my mother, a baby, Vomiting up her past.
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Dec 27, 2010
Dec 27, 2010 at 8:45 PM UTC
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