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My mother and I
sit maping out
the way south-
to skip DC
southard bound.
and buys us a night
along the way.
Its strange
how we've
come along,
how more fragile
these lines
we walk become.
Safe and sound-
is how they want
us. tucked up in
doves wings.
sit maping out
the way south-
to skip DC
southard bound.
and buys us a night
along the way.
Its strange
how we've
come along,
how more fragile
these lines
we walk become.
Safe and sound-
is how they want
us. tucked up in
doves wings.
Published 8th Nov 2012
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