To love and hate his breathe
the breathe that destroyed joyful parts of me
That same breathe created beautiful life
and my maddened nights
That breathe created her first crawl, first step
and my tear stroked nights
Her young breathe will never know the pain
of what was our past
To pray his needle will never take his breathe so far away
that we can never reach
We can never reach you there
it's to far away
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