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October 2008 
Cradle
Posted on Dec 3rd, 2007
by 
Amanda
Amanda
I spilled my tea
(thank god it was cold)
into your hair
you made that how dare you face
then laughed because it dripped down your nose
now hours or lifetimes later
I'm trying to convince you sleep is not evil
I hold you just as a million other mothers are at this moment
to my breast
I sleep before you do
with cinnamon and chicory swirling in my dreams
(thank god it was cold)
into your hair
you made that how dare you face
then laughed because it dripped down your nose
now hours or lifetimes later
I'm trying to convince you sleep is not evil
I hold you just as a million other mothers are at this moment
to my breast
I sleep before you do
with cinnamon and chicory swirling in my dreams
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