Hush Little Baby, by Cutie In A Death Cab Subscribe to rss feed for Cutie In A Death Cab

Bro-
ken puzzle-
pieces on the rug.
Can't fix things now.
Children's games are 
not made for
adults.
Little rocking chair 
in the corner.
Debris covers the space around 
my heart.  Can't breathe.
I shake the crib.
Cradle me, please.
Posted: 2005-04-06 00:05:03 UTC

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