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Thinking (Other) by Tiffany

Her mother sat in the chair As she stroked her har. Thinking harder than she’d ever seen Even harder than she’s cleaned. Wondering what she was thinking Her mother’s mind was sinking. Sinking into deep thought About the love she hadn’t bought. About the love she has for her girl.

richa 2-Jun-07/3:43 PM
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