Hung in the room
ed through the roof
Folded in half
I beg to grow
Foot on the ground
Right on the bed
Unnatural to
See you
Oh, this way
Wings of mother
Dripping milk from
Dust off your leaves
Pouring anew
Open to all
But at my weary call
Following up
Simple and sweet
It seems so unreal
Broken from you
Wings of mother
Dripping milk from
If you want it
Come and find it
Reaching in arms
Never keeping
Folded in half

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