Come 'Mother'
J
James McLain
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When i Submit too your cross,
and the altar remembers me
not from you,
i took only warmth and less pity
whom for their comfort lives life
and white are the eggs and you,
before i was me
and it is going out much too quickly
come 'mother' treachery is cold
and religious each symbol; waits in utero.
Bu şiiri puanla
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