mary ann six
she stood over rails
and complained that the lines
weren't as big as she hoped
she didn't mind that the child she carried
would rot in the womb, but thats always been mary
mary ann six
she stood in the doorway
holding her stomach and crying for help
what she lacks in patience
she makes up in nose bleeds
he can't help mary if she can't help herself
mary ann six, its time to wake up

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