Unobservant mother by Tia Voth

You only discover it now.
Well isn't that just funny.
It's like the world goes round.
I'm really not all that cunning.

You act like your surprised.
Of course; you're the unobservant mother.
You haven't seen all my lies.
For once you've looked under the cover.

All those tiny little cuts.
What did you think they were.
at one time, I was in a rut.
to you, am I no longer pure?

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