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miss_chaniel
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Rotten apple tree

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Mirrored my mother 
That I grew hate 
For my own reflection
I inherited so many 
Of her features 
I lost sight of my
Own reflection 
I would cradle the pillow 
Nurtured dream of her presence 
It pains me
To be a motherless child
Heart shape wound 
Dissect across my chest 
Memories of you resurfaced 
I often wonder do death have a purpose 
I'm haunted about the mysteries 
The things you could've 
Taught me 
The connect a 
Womb-man to a child 
Handheld touch that can't fade 
Unmerciful scars 
Unaltered seeds 
What good deed 
A motherless child 
Could take a path 
With no footprints of example 
Innocence of barrettes flower printed dress
Lured hands caresses the breast 
What pureness is left 
How can I stand after you 
How can I look at me when
I let you died within me 

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fm110comphodent says:

There is always a conscience that divides the decision into a dilemma a man or woman sometimes regret. What U have decides when wet. So I pray that this is impregnable from penetration of evil. Your write evolves the interest believable.

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Woven says:

Sometimes when we swallow pain it becomes us. So sorrowful, your words are piercing.

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