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better mothers

i wish i could write you out my dreams tell you how arachnids reach and ants crawl up the walls and how i wake up screaming half way across the room so you could tell me i was something more than the symptoms of four letters so you could remind me how to breathe and lead me to where my voice is buried and show me how the world has softer things . how i am a softer thing
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