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To wipe the cold out my eye before school with her spit.
Ghostface Killah
A mother figure: lullabies, drives, sacrifices, and debts that take years to recognize. 4 poems live in this room.
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No. 37
So use your own
You never yearned to hear another voice But your mother's,
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No. 70
Use your instrument
You understood the sound of love as you were read a bedtime
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No. 77
I'll learn one day
To even think that I could teach you, When you already know so much. You'll know how much I'll need to hold you
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No. 88
How'd you know the echo of colors
How'd you know the echo of colors Of those Suzuki strings Would sing across decades,
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