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Mar 2016
Sometimes Mama
I realize she's gone
never coming back.
I can even say
she left because
she doesn't love me.
She's changing
to me now Mama
I think of her
as a thief that
broke into my heart
and stole
all my most intimate
secrets.
Written by
Jude kyrie  Canada
(Canada)   
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