A mother serves her sugar with
A bit of peppermint
To clarify the passages
That carry what she meant
When she first set to bear a soul
Quite separate from her own,
Whom she would cherish, yet must teach
To live and die alone.
If you need advice,
text me…
If you need a friend,
call me…
If you need me,
come to me…
But
If you need money.
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