Multimultiverse

Have faith, Mom would say
All Her vases turned away
Pull the thorns, kiss Her hands
Make them Ours, wounds so grand
Help Her Voice, Father’s mood
Old soul tricks We must intrude
Just one line, We burnin’ time
To rub Our scars one last rhyme

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