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  • Writer's pictureLaura Grá


Mother me until I fall asleep

In thy arms of immortal grace,

Surrendered in thy flesh so deep

For tears that I did misplace.

Unfounded on thy lap, I slip

With heavy head into your soul,

With your closed eyes I see your trip

Unbraving sadly the unknown.

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