Flashback
Tears trickle
like they did once before.
Like when I was a child
and I skinned my knee.
I would run to my mom,
bloodied and bruised.
She would hold me sweetly
and treat me kindly,
even though blood
was dripping to the floor
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like they did once before.
Like when I was a child
and I skinned my knee.
I would run to my mom,
bloodied and bruised.
She would hold me sweetly
and treat me kindly,
even though blood
was dripping to the floor
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