Ever looked above to the sky
And thought the sun today isn't hot
The suddenly wind blows the clouds preventing the sunrays
And it starts burning you ...
I'm ceded-I've stopped being Theirs-
The name They dropped upon my face
With water, in the country church
Is finished using, now,
And They can put it with my Dolls,
My childhood, and the string of spools,
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