Naught was authentic in her smile
Save the madness it masked;
Tucked in a corner
A child’s name
Freshly carved into her arm
She rocks it to sleep
Naught was authentic in her smile
Save the madness it masked;
Tucked in a corner
A child’s name
Freshly carved into her arm
She rocks it to sleep
A tragic story in few words, good job
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