XLVI
My tummy grew round.
You never wrote our story:
unworn baby shoes.
You never wrote our story:
unworn baby shoes.
XXXVI
my tree, my monkey,
my soul yearns for you still, Love.
please make the hurt stop.
my tree, my monkey,
my soul yearns for you still, Love.
please make the hurt stop.
XLIX
Running to Lagos,
Your hands and heart were so big
we played house a bit.
Running to Lagos,
Your hands and heart were so big
we played house a bit.
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