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[title] => Mummy's Home Now
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[bodytext] => Fallen angel by the wayside of dreams A prisoner of all that grief can mean Ravaged by sins of a haunting past Lovers so cruel,the stones that were cast Broken and bruised,her spirit is bound As tears like acid fall silently down Tracing her story,the lines on her face Scars on her soul that time won't erase Nobody did care when the blood on her dress Spoke of the baby who'd n'er know her breast She wandered in dazes,with nothing to say With each tear of grief,she lost more of her way Strangers beds,alleys,or in hallways of those Who would judge her so harshly for a life she'd not chose Kicked like a stray dog,from one to another No money,no friends,forgotten voice of her mother Existing for nothing,breathing in vain She took one last walk in the pouring rain Down to the docks,she watched a ship pass by Then walked to a light where a baby did cry The needle still hung from the hole in her flesh As she fell into step,prepared for her death Always knowing her life was not meant to last Her tormented days of a meaningless past This moment so precious amongst all the mess Watching her baby suckling her breast She cast one more look to the streets she had known Then turned to the light,carrying her baby home ***Bless the unfortunate,the misunderstood,and all the sweet babies taken to be angels too soon*** [comments] => 8 [counter] => 161 [topic] => 21 [informant] => lovingwhispers [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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