inside the tub all by herself this time and I scrubbed the dirt out of her dark, thick hair while she played with the little squeaky duck i rolled my sleeves up out of the water and then she asked me, “what are those lines on your arms, mommy? why did you hurt yourself, mommy?
why are you crying, mommy?” her long, dark eyelashes under the water and her thick, soapy hair and I stretched my arms out without a single thought more squeezed her small, chubby body until the veins in my arms became a bright Blue And I looked down At an empty embrace And it was over
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