miscarriage became me
I'm going to tell you
something from the forest
can we go forward with branches of subject now
I'm going to tell you
something from the forest
can we go forward with branches of subject now
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omission around emotion
selection time for long suffering can't come and so then neither regards for irregularity of whom life is really with through the crevices of our craving. the first stanza has a blink like the springs of a bared trampoline, where some only exercise due to requirement kept around with but endorphins need more of a door momentum with life.with that hankering, it can happen in the heavy hearted home for seeing it not remain sunk. personally, the second set of verse entails a little of what turn around is needed between husband and miscarriage warped wife... by expectations of companionship though.
should subside by more than mechanical winter routine. left out of festering or freshness, yet limits need the overall. there needs to be a dance to this dance perhaps whispered as well as penned.