It was a Sunday. The day come
At what you stopped to love me.
A first September - deepest scar,
A wall that growing slowly.
.
You dropped beliefs in my two hands
In head and heart and children.
In nanny’s wage the mammy ends
The scar is bleeding hidden.
Sunday
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