Hush Little Baby, by 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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