Baby Dee
Them.
A kiss, theirs. Furious-mad'n young.
White ouch, my eyes. Hurt.
Mommy.
Good.
Not them.
A scream, mine. Delirious-sad'n hung.
Light crouch, my cries. Inert.
Mommy gone.
Misunderstood.
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