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Hush now, beautiful 'cause mumma's here. You say, you hate me but everytime you cry this mumma wants to hold you. Wrap you up in my arms and tell you it'll be alright 'cause mumma's holding on to you tonight. Hush now, beautiful let me be the one that tells you, it'll be okay. You say, you hate me but everytime you try to tell me, I just want to hold you. Let's just forget the world and all it's problems. let me hold you let me make it right. This mumma, she just wants wants to hold you. "I hate you." Those three words.. they hurt in me.

between tall houses i see the light come and go before i reach it. like a flash it exposes the street, empty in the intermittent rain. above, the clouds keep moving, rush like unending shutters: light, dark, light, dark. i feel like i'm inside a colossal camera - the aperture the size of a gap between buildings. there - a short exposure before the rain begins again. i walk home, the image of a washed, unpeopled city burned into my eyes. i hear the wind surge into the trees like the sea plays with pebbles - giddy but sincere. birds dance in the air like nobody's watching. the picture develops with a lingering notion of something imperceptible.