I beg off baths Claiming my limbs too long
to fold themselves Inside the tub
I site discomfort and joints like glass
The sad sick truth is, really, My mother would run a bath
Hot enough to turn her pi...
As another day turns to night
and so the night becomes the day
As mother bird takes to flight
I embrace my hope and find a way
As raindrops fall forming mountain streams
and so become rivers
Stolen words from another's mouth
A sad and shameful disgrace
To see such a pride filled smirk
Upon a stealer's face
To act as one that you are not
Makes you an unwanted imitation
Of someone who took ...
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