We did it in front of the mirror
In the corner of the dinning room was pictures that made my cry
My sister once told me
before i left
i sood out side of the house with her hands on the knob
in a small town in Michigan they sell jewls with one diamond gone
he was born in the midst of the gray fluffy coats
which she tore with her long nails
and broke from those papers
i take back everything i've said
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