My mum's asleep again she's tired but still puts effort into that smile that slow sleepy doze that rocks me a while and lets me snuggle my nose into a warmth I'll know forever and will cry for in future when I'm about to die or go to hell and move into my solid solitary cell and I shit myself again in fear my god what is that smell?
Reason for writing:
The third in the series...see 'Birth' and 'Vision' earlier.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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