My fingertips scratch at the wind for answers Not yet Still realizing that Grace Sweet swelling of my heart Warm all over Oxymoronic babies begging for my name Attention ain't my mommy And my daddy's genes are only shown on Sunday with a smile Oh how one day I'm sure the sun will Decide it is hungry Would you offer her a meal Provide your flesh and let her spit out your bones you'll say as tears rang out Thank goodness I'm no longer cold Reminiscing on fingers Some winters ago Burned on the fire you started
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