In a blink these words of mine, I will leave
The baby kicks in the womb and the whole world
She sits in the waiting room for the men in
‘Cause you don’t love Him the way you loved Him
Tell me how this has all come about by chance
Tell
Pulse is racing. Mouth is wording.
Sending up a prayer
Slowly building a tolerance to all the drugs they feed
She says, “I have to get this out.”
“You may not
Those shoes that you wore and that shirt from the
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