Hard Bed
I snuggle myself stiffly in this bed I have made It makes my backbone strong and my spine thicken In solitude my baby get scared My baby sees distorted realities and hears her past Blue Jays in the winter Those years had their intentions on healing Not knowing that flowers need sunshine to grow Solitude doesn’t know My babies crying, her tears won’t work My head’s on solitude
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