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A messy aftermath Mother smokes her cigarette Her mind stays in the past cause in the present These bruises will start fogging up the glass While the children, pointing fingers are pissing in the bath Wash your worries down the drain A mothers touch is all you need so sweet, so sweet Harsh reality Braved and bathed in milkweed While silverfish scream Tired eyes start to see The smoke of her cigarettes' heat He's laying on the floor He's wrapped in a cum stained sheet She scraped him out from under her fingernails Stripped clean from the spirits Not expecting that she would still see ghosts everywhere Cause love is pure Until it's not And dogs don't bark until the lights go off