Mother
My soul is tight
Day is night
Who will dare talk to me
A shouted breath
An anger from within
Shunned against the bin
Something that invites a twisted "come in"
I look through
In twas its you
A mother
One of no other
A purge of the truth
You comment and snag
I do not dare a brag
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Day is night
Who will dare talk to me
A shouted breath
An anger from within
Shunned against the bin
Something that invites a twisted "come in"
I look through
In twas its you
A mother
One of no other
A purge of the truth
You comment and snag
I do not dare a brag
A comment on...