A cold summer night
Everyone was asleep
A familiar voice
I know it was mom's...
A sweet lullaby
Playing in my ears
We walked in the dark
As she calm my bare fears.
The taste of her grief
Fell in my cheeks
I wondered why
She wore a sad lip.
She let me sleep
In an empty box
I felt the best touch
A last goodbye kiss.
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What's Next?(The Untold 2)
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