7:49am, the 21st of August 2015 on a Friday
// the answer is no, your answers were far from close:
does she exactly know that you were the result of her demise?
does she exactly know where you go when you roll your eyes?
does she exactly know why you left her in the cold
or the reason why you never did as your mother had told
doe she exactly know why you felt like a masterpiece
even with broken fragments and soiled sheets
does she exactly know why you made her scream
or why even though you fained ignorance she would still plead
does she exactly know what key your heart plays in
does she exactly know why your hands feel foreign
doe she exactly know how you ever came to be
or where on earth you caught your current disease
the answer was simple
yet took her a while to figure
the answer was no
and your answers were none the slimmer. //
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