How can you just leave me standing
Alone in a world that's so cold?
Maybe I'm just too demanding.
Maybe I'm just like my father,
too bold.
Maybe you're just like my mother;
She's never satisfied.
Why do we scream at each other?
This is what it sounds
like when the doves cry.
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Beautiful!
May 12th