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Mother
Mother, do you know I roam alone at night on the backstreets when I should be home, in bed, safe and sleeping? Mother, do you know I prefer car headlights and moonlight and a few stars to light the path before me? Mother, do you know how much I love that you do not know that your eyes cannot watch me in the street alone black skirt hair loose in the wind eyes barely open when you would have me home at midnight and now you do not know? |
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Mother
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