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and by those “gotcha” nets in which you grab one more villain you named as such, your children learn…

we must hold our babies and grow them right

until we all say: how we have failed this son, and –    oh! how many times his feelings...

That bully and brawn waiving fists with fortitude
you knew him once
with creamy fresh flesh
Oh …and his enchanting toddling steps
those…

There is still never, nothing, worth keeping, if it would keep me from you.

I hollow and hallow all my self in over-flows of tones. I sing for my children. I sing for…

His wide palm cups below my ribs, to my slight shiver. The sun-spot of our breasts connect. I become…

I tell greg, go back to the hospital. Ask them to not take her body away. Not yet. Call…

sofia-so-grand, stand up, graceful and proud, gracious and proud, and become the example of society you have every potential…