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mother encourages me daily to write
but didn't encourage herself that night
a can that is hidden is worth more than in sight
when nothing is left mother goes to the right
a cold bottle at nine not only does she dare
a half hearted, desperate sip here and there
scattered about a house, not all is fair
But a box in a bin does bring quite a scare
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YOU ARE READING
carpe diem
Poezjabrought to you from the far corners, shallow pools, and desperate depths of my mind complete
