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“I Can’t Breathe!” #Rhyme #Unapologetic

Can you imagine being a Mother supper’s on the stove There is a warmth in the airthat chases away the cold.A phone call from a person Your gut makes a twist Panic overwhelms your heart The words you thought you’d never get.“I’m sorry, but your child is gone.”Each syllable low, and hollowInternally, you start toContinue reading ““I Can’t Breathe!” #Rhyme #Unapologetic”

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