SIDS
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At fell of dark, when children sleep, I tortured college-lined notebooks
with incontinent feels. Brain-flooding at dark was inevitable after that
Sarah had a little lamb,guarded in pink meadows.A young forebearer, no doubt.A deserted motherseeking to conquer the cosmos.
How can a box so small
Hold an entire person?
How can it hold 3 months
Of memories, happiness and life?
Holding Amelia
On the bed with mom at the hospital
Baby Mine, why didn't you cry
When you felt them carry you away from me?
Why didn't you stay beside me
And hold me hard to this cruel world?
