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i should go now quietly
for my bones have a found a place to lie and sleep
where my layers can become reeds
and my limbs can become trees
and my children can become me
what a mess i leave
to follow

in the darkness i will meet my creators
and they will all agree that i'm a suffocator

oh no
i'm sorry if i smothered you
i'm sorry if i smothered you

i sometimes wish i'd stayed inside
my mother
never to come out