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I am your coinI am your coinand soyou will suffer me in silencenow gocook somethingI'm hungry
A Drop of Blooda drop of blooda broken twiga shallow print - I am close nowa crushed leafa furtive gaspa whispered cry - I am right behind youa gaping moutha pleading eyea single tear - my dear it is over now I win
FallenIn the yard stood an ash tree one hundred feet talllooking down on two pines by the opposite wall.They worshipped his size. They were both very small.Then one day when great winds joined beetles and rot,the ash struggled to stand but, sadly, could not,and he fell to the feet of the pine trees, distraughtfor he's just four feet tall, now his side is his top.
In the holding of childrenIn the holding of childrenthere is great painthat comes with the letting go.