Mama's velvet curtains blew, moon dust dropped in my eyes, I cried, died, and tried Clinging to cranes, to drain gray words mined in jail. Janet, the mother, caramel sores Stole a hug from the four year old, Furry orange coats, her ice cream top. One cries sky, the other cries down, Lavender flowers and …
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