Where do Mother’s go to fall apart, Safely You can scream with Intent to pierce the sky Glass shards fall on skin Air pockets to breathe from
Where do mothers fall apart, Safely Their children won’t be taken From them Instead,someone hugs them While mother licks her wounds
Where do mother’s fall apart, Safely They cry themselves dry They sit in the abyss They understand Why one would abandon their seed
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