mother's child
stolen lipsticks, and your perfume strawberries that you resent you grow older every june and i've stopped ageing ever since the first thing i did to you -- bruise you for nine months i was detached from you the moment they cut your umbilical cord first scar on my body i didn't know how to ride a bicycle your tears -- heavier than rain was everything my fault? i left your womb when i was one day old i haven't been home ever since
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