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The rain pounds against the window.
And like I said, I was so fuck-faced that I forgot I'd moved and let myself back into my old gaff.
I am the Child that motherless must weep, To hallow and enchasten all the land; And I am motherhood that cannot sleep, Without the pressure of a tiny hand. […]
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