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refrigerator

i opened it, consequences unforeseen
as it spilled to the floor, consequences still unseen
my eyes head south, my head eyes maternity

mother dear, someone was suicidal

daughter, why were you there?

mother dear, it was not my choice.

daughter, why were you there?

to my knees, i fall
and i crawl back into mother

my voice never sounds the same again

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Written February 11th, 2005

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