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Death has won it's prize!Body now corpse, life now tomb,hollow heart cries out.
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Daily I wander these gray halls
Suffocated by sterile walls
While at home, a child calls.
"Mama, Mama," he cries to me
As I struggle to be free
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Lying here in bed
I wonder, what the meaning of it is
Forever I shall sit and ponder
Every night a little longer
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On one stormy night, when lightening lit the darkened sky and rain fell down on all below, one tiny beautiful boy was born. He emerged from his mother..
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Gotta keep it going, Girl,
people rely on you.
Bills to be paid,
house to be cleaned,
job needs your best,
and your baby needs even better.
Keep..
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"Goo,"
The little boy says
in his just-learning-to-use-it
little boy voice
"Goo."
Sometimes with a smile,
sometimes with a seriousness
that be..
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I want to touch you
To run my hands up your chest
Feel the steady thump of your pure heart
I want to reach inside
To spread my soothing balm
On..
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Like a precious gem
Slowly becoming unearthed
My boy's sweet smile shines
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Long ago I dreamt a dream
Of lovers soft and sweet kiss
Pressed innocently on puckered lips
A gentle hand to clasp in mine
A dearest love to cal..
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I look upon your little sleeping faceYour chubby cheeks with their rosy hueYour tiny chest rising and falling, that I constantly have to checkTo assur..
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