in wish this story could be a story 'but sometimes i wish this poem could be a poetry portrays like architecture design ' because this experience is very expensive of my life story that cost me and my family some Mark's,tears ,shocked, sometimes i felt as you were ambushed like by hit man a death that has no evidence no cause unknown enemy ' because this way was not what to expect because our mother was absolutely a honourable,lovely,beattyfully,fashionable, they say she was like mother mature ,like marry mother of Jesus Christ in the bible 'they say she was not perfect but you could tell the way she was ' the last time i feel her love,presence,mommy divine and glory, softness;smile,beauty mind ,soul pray ,reaches was when we were 4 years old because she didn't left me alone she left us as family,twin, siblings ' she didn't run away, she didn't disappear,abortion,adopt us she pass by meaning she couldn't not make about her life ' i remember her last touch was when she comfortable us as like saying goodbye becouse that touch is still exist and feel like a perfume of da queen even to our century ' even in my thoughts,dreams, question i had this potray piece of her last breath,showing her smile,bearty,presence like your fouvarite model showing please put this picture as your last day earth memory on wall like a portrays art contract ' they are some moments i could ask why our mind pass by ? why she did introduce,mabye show a signal sow that i could shared and spoil her and make her proud like a some sort of thanksgiving ' i could ask a deeper questions why my mother ?why didnt see her like as now not never becouse if they could say what type,life ,weaknesses,strongpoints of our mother was some people could not believe even my self sometimes becouse i was not on right time to experience it because we were babies as good looking twins brother' i am hundred percent approval relevant that they will be no wife ,girlfriend,friends,therapy ,doctor, pastor, that could replace my mother love,hang,smile,bearty,great heart etc.... i am not lia or rude but it is what it is baby or miss or madam ' as we growths life is now ups and downs ' were have some influences some time they remind of our mind not that they could replace her no ' it is just sense of humor,like my siblings they do comfortable us overs lunch bar they got our back 'they didnt disappointment,disrepair but allthogh sometimes closure we were on still morning,praying for healing in our heart and peace to our soul ' they did play they're part but not prepared to removed that motherly mark because it will be there it make me stronger and trust in God more and deeper like a deeper house music ' i thank those mothers ,friends,colleagues,fouvarite celebrity icon about theyre story love, inspiration poems ,dance, comfortable because they made me as man not just any ordinary man but superiority,gentlemen now i am very interested in motivation,in mo life in
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