I want God
To make Mother Happy.
Give her one week of pure joy.
Take one from me.
Like Adam gave Eve a rib bone.
Thats what I want from God.
Then, Maybe,
Her heart will open.
The sun will come in
and repair all the cracks
of her disappointment in me.
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