Hush Little Baby

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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.

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