knit, knit, knit
baby on its back
feeling like a queen
baby in a sack
bag lady
you very well may be
hiding away
a child under a tree
paper and pen
wanted no more
smuggled in a shelf
they are all i adore
to pass a man
and fall in love
everyday in a new way
broken promises of
unknown joy
creating life
sifting through lies
that cut like a knife
a green love
a red night
a violet sky
to hold onto tight
and still
life as we know it
goes on and on and on
and on and on and in
passing
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