Who came to torture my temperament
Built up from old grievances
No longer doing us a favor
Our family has gotten so large
We’ve forgotten we’re related
That we played together as children
And fell in love with the smell
Of one another and the taste
A template of what could have followed
And the facsimile of what did
So I say to that angel pull
Me down as far as you will
As long as I can bring my child
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