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She waits.
She waits behind the tree. Looking with hollow eyes.
A face of admiration and wonder.
The face of a loving mother.
I'll never understand why.
I'm not exactly thrilled to find out.
Maybe I'll know tonight.
When I open my eyes and see her staring down at me from the ceiling.
Again.
A face of admiration and wonder.
The face of a loving mother.
I'll never understand why.
I'm not exactly thrilled to find out.
Maybe I'll know tonight.
When I open my eyes and see her staring down at me from the ceiling.
Again.
Published 27th Feb 2017
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