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No, she doesn’t ‘fix’ thisI’m not suddenly healedI don’t know how I can explain to youWith the words by which…
No, she doesn’t ‘fix’ thisI’m not suddenly healedI don’t know how I can explain to youWith the words by which…
The faintest of sensationsPicked up by my fingersYou move inside your motherMy hand rests a while and lingers I speak…
You say you pray for the three of usHave you forgotten what’s been beforePlease don’t dismiss, that Ivy existsAnd that…