Beyond the niceties I know I am no mother

For of my three none grows, all embedded in therapies and unsweet dreams

For a man I let crawl into their heads as i dumbly ate my cud no mother bear nor lioness pricked her ears until the disaster had struck

The roar become a wailing, the defense become stuck


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