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TINY CROWN
Tiny crown purer than pure white actual angel simply born to guide
The shell of an angel to her mother's right side
To the left a bright white blinding aura
Nothing purer ..spirit daughter
A mother whose heart feels its been stolen
In time will see that she was chosen
Tiny crown sent from above
Heal mummy's heart with your sacred love
Monday 10th May 2021 5:54 pm
a life shorter than a day
bleeding she bleeds
warm fluid it pours
until it can pour no more
every molecule of life
a warm pool on the foor
quicker than farewell
enough for a well
if only a well would
make her well
for if it were
one shalt wish for you
for the pool to be dry
the floor to remain
away red stain
and if to wish again
erase now the pain
but tragic..instead
a river of red
helpless nurs...
Wednesday 10th July 2019 4:03 pm
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