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Mirrored my mother
That I grew hate
For my own reflection
I inherited so many
Of her features
I lost sight of my
Own reflection
I would cradle the pillow
Nurtured dream of her presence
It pains me
To be a motherless child
Heart shape wound
Dissect across my chest
Memories of you resurfaced
I often wonder do death have a purpose
I'm haunted about the mysteries
The things you could've
Taught me
The connect a
Womb-man to a child
Handheld touch that can't fade
Unmerciful scars
Unaltered seeds
What good deed
A motherless child
Could take a path
With no footprints of example
Innocence of barrettes flower printed dress
Lured hands caresses the breast
What pureness is left
How can I stand after you
How can I look at me when
I let you died within me
