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My mother


You taught me to fly without the wings

You made me grow with all the springs

You created a little world just for me

When I was scared to let the world see

 

You cradled all my cries

Told me beautiful lies

You made my every fibre shine

And suddenly, everything seems fine.

 

You packed my skeletons in tight boxes

You shaped my life like a game of blocks

You carved my heart with a million gems

You gave life to my dying stems.

 

You said you desired us the most

That for you we are the foremost

And yet, on your love I left a bite

Screamed nothings and started a fight

To keep me happy you felt all the pain

And still, I thought you were a loss to my gain.

  

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